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Authors: James Kipling
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man shivered by the initial contact with the cold brick wall with his bare chest, but the contrast didn’t make him pull away, on the contrary, it gave him time to recover from his previous passionate state and be ready for the next step.
He could feel Stanley kissing the skin between his shoulder blades, which he slowly undressed, by bringing down his shirt. The man turned his head in Stanley’s direction and tried to look him in the eye, his own lust dazed and full of hunger and want.
Stanley looked at him and couldn’t suppress a growl, similar to the one a caged animal would release. He leaned closer and pressed his full body against him, and then he moved his hands to his belt and started to lower his jeans, inch by inch, adding to the sensation by starting to speak dirty words into his ear. Lydia shivered by just watching and listening to them.
In what seemed like ages, the other man was finally naked with his jeans pooling around his. It was a completely new experience for him to be so exposed, so completely and willingly at the mercy of another man. His shirt had long been discharged, but his jeans were confining every movement of his legs. And that was exciting…
Lydia wanted to run, to hide and forget everything she had seen, but some unknown force was keeping her in place, forcing her to watch and analyze Stanley’s behavior. She could see how he changed his behavior from gentle to abusing, from demanding to giving. The act Lydia had witnessed could not be called lovemaking, but there was something tender in him anyway.
Right now, without any unnecessary words he took a handful of napkins from his pocket and cleaned the man, before tugging his jeans up and gently closing the zipper.
The man smirked at him with a pathetic attempt at humor, when Stanley inspected his ruined shirt and decided against dressing him in it. Only then, Stanley fastened his own pants and looked around to see if someone was watching. Lydia stepped back, wondering if it was time for her to go.
The other man was looking at Stanley with expectancy, unsure how things will go now after all was said and done. But, Stanley simply silenced him with his mouth, taking away every word, whimper or moan he might try to utter. Their tongues entwined in the oldest dances of all and there was no need of more words or explanations.
Lydia could tell Stanley was concerned about the other man, by the way he was holding him gently as if he was going to break from the slightest of touches. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Stanley’s collarbone and just stayed there, silently assuring the other man that everything was okay.
After a while, Stanley lifted his right wrist and kissed the red marks left from his own hands. “Sorry for this.” He uttered and proceeded to examine the other wrist . The skin wasn’t broken, but there were some distinguished red marks.
The man searched again for his lips, his hands resting on Stanley’s shoulders while he kissed him nice and slow, his tongue having nothing better to do. When he pulled back, Stanley’s eyes were again glinting with hot promises, ready to make up for every pain he might have caused.
With a final kiss on the side of Stanley’s mouth, the man tugged him towards the exit of the garden and the car that was waiting for him in the parking lot, leaving Lydia alone in the house.
Chapter 17
Lydia was shocked, disgusted and shocked again…
What she had witnessed right now spoke volumes about her patient and his character. It was not the sexual act that made her shiver, or the fact that Stanley was having sex with another man, but the way he had acted. Lydia had seen how the young man had acted during the sex. Seeing him engaged in that questionable sexual activity dismissed all her present theories.
Lydia debated telling Stanley’s parents, but then she thought it would be too hard for them to hear something like that. All she could think about was how odd it was for
He could feel Stanley kissing the skin between his shoulder blades, which he slowly undressed, by bringing down his shirt. The man turned his head in Stanley’s direction and tried to look him in the eye, his own lust dazed and full of hunger and want.
Stanley looked at him and couldn’t suppress a growl, similar to the one a caged animal would release. He leaned closer and pressed his full body against him, and then he moved his hands to his belt and started to lower his jeans, inch by inch, adding to the sensation by starting to speak dirty words into his ear. Lydia shivered by just watching and listening to them.
In what seemed like ages, the other man was finally naked with his jeans pooling around his. It was a completely new experience for him to be so exposed, so completely and willingly at the mercy of another man. His shirt had long been discharged, but his jeans were confining every movement of his legs. And that was exciting…
Lydia wanted to run, to hide and forget everything she had seen, but some unknown force was keeping her in place, forcing her to watch and analyze Stanley’s behavior. She could see how he changed his behavior from gentle to abusing, from demanding to giving. The act Lydia had witnessed could not be called lovemaking, but there was something tender in him anyway.
Right now, without any unnecessary words he took a handful of napkins from his pocket and cleaned the man, before tugging his jeans up and gently closing the zipper.
The man smirked at him with a pathetic attempt at humor, when Stanley inspected his ruined shirt and decided against dressing him in it. Only then, Stanley fastened his own pants and looked around to see if someone was watching. Lydia stepped back, wondering if it was time for her to go.
The other man was looking at Stanley with expectancy, unsure how things will go now after all was said and done. But, Stanley simply silenced him with his mouth, taking away every word, whimper or moan he might try to utter. Their tongues entwined in the oldest dances of all and there was no need of more words or explanations.
Lydia could tell Stanley was concerned about the other man, by the way he was holding him gently as if he was going to break from the slightest of touches. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Stanley’s collarbone and just stayed there, silently assuring the other man that everything was okay.
After a while, Stanley lifted his right wrist and kissed the red marks left from his own hands. “Sorry for this.” He uttered and proceeded to examine the other wrist . The skin wasn’t broken, but there were some distinguished red marks.
The man searched again for his lips, his hands resting on Stanley’s shoulders while he kissed him nice and slow, his tongue having nothing better to do. When he pulled back, Stanley’s eyes were again glinting with hot promises, ready to make up for every pain he might have caused.
With a final kiss on the side of Stanley’s mouth, the man tugged him towards the exit of the garden and the car that was waiting for him in the parking lot, leaving Lydia alone in the house.
Chapter 17
Lydia was shocked, disgusted and shocked again…
What she had witnessed right now spoke volumes about her patient and his character. It was not the sexual act that made her shiver, or the fact that Stanley was having sex with another man, but the way he had acted. Lydia had seen how the young man had acted during the sex. Seeing him engaged in that questionable sexual activity dismissed all her present theories.
Lydia debated telling Stanley’s parents, but then she thought it would be too hard for them to hear something like that. All she could think about was how odd it was for
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