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Authors: Sean Michael
Tags: Gay & Lesbian
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beautiful surroundings. It really was a stunning place.
"God, yes. I love it here. It's magical."
"Looking at you makes me believe that."
"Totally true." Chip gave him another wide smile. "How long are you staying?"
"I think I'm booked for a week." His assistant had set him up. Maybe he owed her a bonus, seeing how well things were going at the moment.
"It's a great time of year--not too busy, not too warm."
"You don't like it when it's warm?" Wasn't that supposed to be a plus?
"Oh, I love it. I mean that when the snows come and the heat comes, that means lots of tourists."
"Ah, I get it. This time of year is less touristy."
"Yep. Makes for better hiking, better parties."
Went's attention was torn between that sexy ass and the view. Chip chattered happily, walking alongside him. It was charming, random. He wanted to touch. Badly. To connect with this bright man. It had been a long time he'd had an urge this strong.
They ended up in a line of quiet condos that almost blended into the trees. There was an air of sophistication to the building, class. Impressive. Especially for a ski bum waiter. Tips must be good.
"Come on in. It's basically clean." Chip winked, led him in.
Chuckling, he followed that ass in, glancing around as the door shut behind him. God, look at this place. It was all windows in the back, looking over a huge deck with a hot tub. The ceramic tile looked like brick, warm and red, and all the furniture was dark. There were dozens and dozens of weird little knickknacks everywhere--tiki heads on the floor, shells and crystals and books on shelves, masks hanging from the wall.
"You do a lot of traveling?"
"Sure, when the urge strikes. I love to go and do and see."
"You're fascinating." All Went ever did was work. Of course, he wasn't working right now, was he? He stepped up into Chip's personal space.
It didn't intimidate Chip at all. "I'm horny. Touch me."
"Uh-huh." Reaching out, he wrapped a hand around the back of Chip's head, tilting it as his mouth lowered to meet Chip's. Chip pressed right into him, the little hard body rocking like Chip was riding a horse.
Went devoured Chip's mouth, taking one kiss, and then another. Fuck, Chip tasted like the outdoors, like fresh air and fucking sunshine.
Went never did this. Never picked someone up and just took what he needed. Hell, he couldn't remember the last time it had been anything but his own hand. He rubbed against Chip, the need suddenly riding him hard.
Chip promised that he wasn't going to be jacking off this time. The man stripped his shirt out of his jeans, opened his belt.
"Oh, fuck." He tugged Chip's white shirt out of his black slacks, fingers finding skin. Smooth, hot, perfect--he slid his fingers up along Chip's belly. "God, you're ripped." The most amazing belly ever.
"Like to move." That case--because calling it a six-pack would be a lie--rippled.
"Damn. I could rub against your abs all day long." Skin on skin. He needed it.
"That sounds fun." Chip stripped his shirt off, then started working on Went's.
His pants, unbelted, began to slip down his hips. His needy prick was going to need to be extricated, though. Chip ran his fingers up along Went's chest, pinching and stroking and petting along the way. No one had paid him so much attention sexually since Freddie. He'd convinced himself he didn't miss it. He'd been so damn wrong.
Moaning, he brought their mouths back together again, pushing into the touches as they kissed. Chip grunted softly, tongue-fucking his lips. Opening wide, he enjoyed the kisses while he tried to get his fucking slacks and underwear down past his hard prick. His cock needed pressure, contact. Touch.
"Please." He was all caught up.
"Sure, beautiful" One hand slid over his trapped prick, then pushed against it, giving him pressure.
Eyes closing, he groaned, humping.
"Yeah... Just like that."
"Skin," Went begged. He didn't want to come in his skivvies.
"Uh-huh. Skin. Cocks. Mouths. Now."
"Fuck
"God, yes. I love it here. It's magical."
"Looking at you makes me believe that."
"Totally true." Chip gave him another wide smile. "How long are you staying?"
"I think I'm booked for a week." His assistant had set him up. Maybe he owed her a bonus, seeing how well things were going at the moment.
"It's a great time of year--not too busy, not too warm."
"You don't like it when it's warm?" Wasn't that supposed to be a plus?
"Oh, I love it. I mean that when the snows come and the heat comes, that means lots of tourists."
"Ah, I get it. This time of year is less touristy."
"Yep. Makes for better hiking, better parties."
Went's attention was torn between that sexy ass and the view. Chip chattered happily, walking alongside him. It was charming, random. He wanted to touch. Badly. To connect with this bright man. It had been a long time he'd had an urge this strong.
They ended up in a line of quiet condos that almost blended into the trees. There was an air of sophistication to the building, class. Impressive. Especially for a ski bum waiter. Tips must be good.
"Come on in. It's basically clean." Chip winked, led him in.
Chuckling, he followed that ass in, glancing around as the door shut behind him. God, look at this place. It was all windows in the back, looking over a huge deck with a hot tub. The ceramic tile looked like brick, warm and red, and all the furniture was dark. There were dozens and dozens of weird little knickknacks everywhere--tiki heads on the floor, shells and crystals and books on shelves, masks hanging from the wall.
"You do a lot of traveling?"
"Sure, when the urge strikes. I love to go and do and see."
"You're fascinating." All Went ever did was work. Of course, he wasn't working right now, was he? He stepped up into Chip's personal space.
It didn't intimidate Chip at all. "I'm horny. Touch me."
"Uh-huh." Reaching out, he wrapped a hand around the back of Chip's head, tilting it as his mouth lowered to meet Chip's. Chip pressed right into him, the little hard body rocking like Chip was riding a horse.
Went devoured Chip's mouth, taking one kiss, and then another. Fuck, Chip tasted like the outdoors, like fresh air and fucking sunshine.
Went never did this. Never picked someone up and just took what he needed. Hell, he couldn't remember the last time it had been anything but his own hand. He rubbed against Chip, the need suddenly riding him hard.
Chip promised that he wasn't going to be jacking off this time. The man stripped his shirt out of his jeans, opened his belt.
"Oh, fuck." He tugged Chip's white shirt out of his black slacks, fingers finding skin. Smooth, hot, perfect--he slid his fingers up along Chip's belly. "God, you're ripped." The most amazing belly ever.
"Like to move." That case--because calling it a six-pack would be a lie--rippled.
"Damn. I could rub against your abs all day long." Skin on skin. He needed it.
"That sounds fun." Chip stripped his shirt off, then started working on Went's.
His pants, unbelted, began to slip down his hips. His needy prick was going to need to be extricated, though. Chip ran his fingers up along Went's chest, pinching and stroking and petting along the way. No one had paid him so much attention sexually since Freddie. He'd convinced himself he didn't miss it. He'd been so damn wrong.
Moaning, he brought their mouths back together again, pushing into the touches as they kissed. Chip grunted softly, tongue-fucking his lips. Opening wide, he enjoyed the kisses while he tried to get his fucking slacks and underwear down past his hard prick. His cock needed pressure, contact. Touch.
"Please." He was all caught up.
"Sure, beautiful" One hand slid over his trapped prick, then pushed against it, giving him pressure.
Eyes closing, he groaned, humping.
"Yeah... Just like that."
"Skin," Went begged. He didn't want to come in his skivvies.
"Uh-huh. Skin. Cocks. Mouths. Now."
"Fuck
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