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of us are involuntary victims of our own pleasure.
“ Good deal. My balls will come up all the way and kind of disappear on a slow pop, but I can ease it out in nice long streams,” he explained. “You want me to spell my name?” That question came with a snort.
I think I laughed at the mental picture of his name spelled in cum.
“Okay, here we go. Start clicking.” His voice was commanding.
He parted his knees wider, aiming his center directly at me. The moment I pressed up close against the brick wall to zoom in, I realized I was rock hard myself. Wet spots of excitement stuck bits of my underwear to me.
He shifted on the bed, revealing different contours of the masculine vista. His hand cupped himself.
“ Get ready. We’re about to kill some future Pope here!” And with that, there was an exhalation, his hand slowed. Long, thick ribbons began flowing in a continuous stream from him, coating the soft part of his belly beneath his navel.
Moans were measur ed out as he carefully drizzled his orgasm on himself like icing a cake. Balls danced happily along the shaft. I was impressed at how artfully he played it out. I heard a boyish giggle.
Unconsciously, I continued my camera’s clicking. The quiet noise rallied me from the spellbinding spectacle. I took my finger off the shutter button as he looked up at me. All the hard lines of his face looked softened, serene.
“ How was that?” he asked, voice low, contented.
Replenishing my air, I said , “Great.”
He rose up from the bed, and wiped himself clean with one of the sheets. He came close to the screen to look into my face. I could smell the bleachy-scent of fresh sperm.
“ Maybe next time I can do it with your friend, Mike,” he said. “Do you think Mike would like it if I fucked him?”
Chapter Nine
Most relationships start off with those thrilling new feelings a couple first experiences then eventually seal them together with a sexual bond. As time goes by, the thrill subsides, and mediocre pleasures begin to pass for normal life. A comfortable friendship takes over and that initial wham-powey is forgotten in the day-to-day process of familiarity. When things begin to slide downhill into mediocrity, the couple might try to find some method to regain that glorious excitement of initial discovery. When it becomes impossible for them to relive it with each other, relationships founder and one or both halves of the couple will look outside of their commitment to find the Holy Grail of excitement again. The relationship withers. We’ve all seen it. Divorce courts are filled with tales that verify this.
There ’s no doubt that Dick and I were in a relationship. It was one completely contrary to anything one would consider normal. It was a relationship based on sexual thrill-seeking. Thrills which were not sought directly with each other, rather more for each other. It was an unspoken treatise between us. He knew what I liked. I knew what he wanted and was able to supply it. A more alluring give and take than any marriage could possibly provide. We were a couple that wasn’t a couple.
As with most relationships, we got pulled into the fringes of the other person’s life. Just as he got pulled into my work as a photographer, his friends were introduced into my life. The only difference was that within the confines of his life, I had to do the one thing I’d never done, nor had I wanted to. Pretend to be someone and something I wasn’t. I think everyone knows that we have to make sacrifices to fit within the margins of the lives of the people we care about. I managed to put this in that category. However, considering the small amounts of time I was required to play this role, it seemed a reasonable trade-off.
One by one, I got to meet the important people in his life. His fraternity brothers : for them I pretended to be an older man just out of an unspecified, but clearly inferred heterosexual relationship. I’d taken in their friend while he
“ Good deal. My balls will come up all the way and kind of disappear on a slow pop, but I can ease it out in nice long streams,” he explained. “You want me to spell my name?” That question came with a snort.
I think I laughed at the mental picture of his name spelled in cum.
“Okay, here we go. Start clicking.” His voice was commanding.
He parted his knees wider, aiming his center directly at me. The moment I pressed up close against the brick wall to zoom in, I realized I was rock hard myself. Wet spots of excitement stuck bits of my underwear to me.
He shifted on the bed, revealing different contours of the masculine vista. His hand cupped himself.
“ Get ready. We’re about to kill some future Pope here!” And with that, there was an exhalation, his hand slowed. Long, thick ribbons began flowing in a continuous stream from him, coating the soft part of his belly beneath his navel.
Moans were measur ed out as he carefully drizzled his orgasm on himself like icing a cake. Balls danced happily along the shaft. I was impressed at how artfully he played it out. I heard a boyish giggle.
Unconsciously, I continued my camera’s clicking. The quiet noise rallied me from the spellbinding spectacle. I took my finger off the shutter button as he looked up at me. All the hard lines of his face looked softened, serene.
“ How was that?” he asked, voice low, contented.
Replenishing my air, I said , “Great.”
He rose up from the bed, and wiped himself clean with one of the sheets. He came close to the screen to look into my face. I could smell the bleachy-scent of fresh sperm.
“ Maybe next time I can do it with your friend, Mike,” he said. “Do you think Mike would like it if I fucked him?”
Chapter Nine
Most relationships start off with those thrilling new feelings a couple first experiences then eventually seal them together with a sexual bond. As time goes by, the thrill subsides, and mediocre pleasures begin to pass for normal life. A comfortable friendship takes over and that initial wham-powey is forgotten in the day-to-day process of familiarity. When things begin to slide downhill into mediocrity, the couple might try to find some method to regain that glorious excitement of initial discovery. When it becomes impossible for them to relive it with each other, relationships founder and one or both halves of the couple will look outside of their commitment to find the Holy Grail of excitement again. The relationship withers. We’ve all seen it. Divorce courts are filled with tales that verify this.
There ’s no doubt that Dick and I were in a relationship. It was one completely contrary to anything one would consider normal. It was a relationship based on sexual thrill-seeking. Thrills which were not sought directly with each other, rather more for each other. It was an unspoken treatise between us. He knew what I liked. I knew what he wanted and was able to supply it. A more alluring give and take than any marriage could possibly provide. We were a couple that wasn’t a couple.
As with most relationships, we got pulled into the fringes of the other person’s life. Just as he got pulled into my work as a photographer, his friends were introduced into my life. The only difference was that within the confines of his life, I had to do the one thing I’d never done, nor had I wanted to. Pretend to be someone and something I wasn’t. I think everyone knows that we have to make sacrifices to fit within the margins of the lives of the people we care about. I managed to put this in that category. However, considering the small amounts of time I was required to play this role, it seemed a reasonable trade-off.
One by one, I got to meet the important people in his life. His fraternity brothers : for them I pretended to be an older man just out of an unspecified, but clearly inferred heterosexual relationship. I’d taken in their friend while he
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