Christian

'Suck... or fuck?'

He's released now, his jeans so wet from the rain that they don't fall from his waist easily like they usually do. Instead I slowly tug them down, peel them from his skin just enough for his cock to be in perfect line with my mouth. I smile as his jerks against the rain and my breath.

'Come on Sy... what do you want me to do? Suck you... or fuck you?'

Despite the sound of the rain lashing around us I can still hear his moans, still hear him gulp his reply through baited breath. It falls in to my eyes but I don't look away, I keep my focus on his face, his closed eyes and his open panting mouth. The sight of the tiny droplets of water running down his face and dripping from his chin is as erotic as it gets.

'Both.'

'Both? We are needy... aren't we?'

Before he has the chance to answer my mouth engulfs his entire length, warming his wet cock and sucking him hard as the rain drips on him. His moans echo, bounce from the walls of the narrow alley way as I move my head backwards, sucking his entire length as I withdraw. But not entirely. I leave his head on my tongue, open my mouth and let the rain soak him. I feel him twitch and gasp as the insatiable pain of droplets on his tender flesh overcomes him.

'Nice?'

I ask as I take him in my hand and tug rapidly while I teasingly flick my tongue . Instantly he turns to putty in my hands and the smile creeps on to my face. I smile as his entire body relaxes before my eyes and know he wants his relief soon.

'Mmm'

It's barely an answer but I know what it means. He never speaks, not coherent words anyway. During these moments Syed is a mixture of moans, gasps and, my personal favourite, grunts. Words seem impossible to him when I have him firmly in my mouth or hands. Words never enter his head or leave his mouth. Just the sweet sounds of pleasure and satisfaction beyond his dreams

Syed

I try not to but I can't help it. The moaning rises from deep within me as his mouth captures me again. His tongue lashes around me as his mouth drenches my entire length, my tip hitting the back of his throat as he pushes himself deeper on to me, the way his mouth contracts, pulling me in deeper, it's almost as if I can't breathe. I remember the times I fucked myself thinking of him, dreaming of the day he and I would be together and I can't believe I ever compared those times to this, or any other time I've fucked his mouth. Nothing, no dream or fantasy could ever compare to him in the flesh. No amount of reminiscing could ever bring this feeling, this elated sensation I have pulsating through me right now.

But I want more, I want to shoot down his throat, feel him swallow me, lick my tip while I pant. I can predict his moves but they still always catch me by surprise. And tonight I have no patience for some reason but I know I need to come now, need to have him swallow me before he spins me around and takes me here. I need him to fuck me quickly, hurriedly, deeply. I just need him to fuck me.

My hands fall on to his shoulders and keep him steady. I wait a moment, just in case, and then drive myself in to his mouth. His lips close tightly around me, his tongue curls itself around me and the force of his pull is almost to much for me to hold out much longer. I hold on to his head as I take the few remaining pushes into him, feel his mouth ready to explode from the force but his hands on my hips pulling me quicker tells me that he loves it almost as much as I do.

I'm panting loudly, quickly, but I don't care. I push deeper in to him, feel the blood surge through my body, my lust for him pulse through my veins as I feel myself coming, one last push and it's there, the groan escapes me in one long loud moan as I feel him swallow every last drop. His tongue drags along me as he slowly and seductively releases me from his mouth, the rain drubbing on me bit by bit.

'Breathe Sy'

My eyes slowly open and he's there, stood before me with his wet face, rain-dropped eyes and full pink lips.

The air fills my lungs again for a second before he crashes his lips on mine again.

'Kiss me Sy... taste yourself'

I pull him closer into my mouth as soon as I hear the words. I love to taste myself in his mouth, love the combination of myself and him and instantly I can't wait any longer. I want him. My tongue has a mind of it's own as it probes his mouth, the urgency taking complete hold of me. I can't wait anymore, can't have him standing there when I know he wants me as much as I want him. My hands glide over his sodden top, feeling every grove of his muscled chest, his nipples as my fingers linger. It feels like a second skin on him as I break it away from his skin, fumble with his belt and dive my way inside his trousers.

'Your turn'

Christian.

I have an answer ready but it never leaves my lips. Instead a low growl escapes as his warm yet wet hand wraps itself around my stiff cock.

'Fuck me.'

Not waiting to be told twice my hands find their way up to his neck and I tilt his head to one side. My tongue traces its way up from his shoulders to his ear, relishing in the taste of his skin.

'Turn... around'

Syed

His grip on my shoulder intensifies as he kicks my feet apart.

'Ready?'

He almost laughs at me.

'Always'

I smile back

My breath catches as I feel him line himself up against my opening, my left hand firmly placed on the wall before me as my right makes its way backwards, finds his neck and pulls his lips on to mine. I almost shiver as I wait for him to enter me, almost complain as he playfully hovers but it doesn't last long, it never does. He can't wait any longer than I can.

His lips capture my words, silencing me as the pain subsides and the pleasure floods my body.

Christian

All evening I've been waiting for this, the hours dragged as I felt myself harden from just standing next to him, but it was worth the wait. Worth it just to see every eye in the club fall on him with interest, fall on me as the lucky bastard who got to take him home. And I loved it. He didn't see the eyes follow him around the club, see the smiles turn seductive the second he walked past. All he saw was me. His eyes never left my face or body the whole time we were there. At first I thought it was nerves but it wasn't. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

'I've been looking forward to this...

I slowly and effortlessly push myself inside of him, he winces slightly before moaning happily.

'… all night.'

Our relief escapes us in unison as I push in further, as far as I dare for the first thrust. Smiling through my pants I can't help but tell him...

'God I love you Syed.'

His groan barely leaves his lips as I drive myself in deeper, over and over again. But it's happening again, always with him it comes to soon. I can feel myself coming already and I know there's no point slowing down, it makes no difference. I barely have to look at him without wanting to rip his clothes off and take him whenever or wherever we are.

Syed

'Kiss me... I'm going to scream'

I pull his neck closer and kiss him through his cocky smile. I can't help it, as hard as I try I just can't stop screaming his name.

'Don't stop Christian, please don't stop!'

In what should be an awkward situation I can't even begin to tell him how good this feels. Being soaked to the skin, knowing we could be seen in this alley way, that someone could be watching our every move, should put me off, send me cowering away to the warmth and comfort of our flat. But it doesn't. It simply intensifies it all. My orgasm, my want for him, everything feels so much more extreme.

But my mind brings me back to the pleasure he's giving, to the tongue he so expertly curls around mine.

'Fuck... I'm going to come Sy... I don't want to come'

A grin spreads on to my face as I feel him push deeper in to me, feel my entire body move in rhythm to his as he continues to pound me, his grip on my shoulder digging in deeper and I know he's trying to delay it, waiting for me before he lets himself go.

'I'm ready as well.'

Christian

I kiss him harder, lust oozing from every pore on my body. I can't get enough of him, even when I have him I still want more. I'm insatiable where he's concerned. Even as he speaks I feel the bliss washing over me

'I wish we were at home...'

I push into him harder, my reply barely audible.

'Why?'

'Because I want to ride you'

'Urgh!'

Even after all this time his words have the same effect on me. Never has someone known how to tip me over the edge like he does and he uses it to his advantage. Every... single... time.

Syed

I know he's ready so I let myself go. I feel his grip tighten to the point of pain, feel his hips move quicker, harder, push in deeper.

'I'm coming Christian... fuck I'm coming!'

I say it to loudly but I don't care. Everything around us melts away, disappears in to nothing as I'm consumed by him and this moment.

'So am I Sy'

I arch my neck backwards, pull his lips on to mine to silence my groan, my call of pure euphoric bliss but it still escapes, echoing his as I feel him judder his final thrusts in to me.

'Don't stop...'

I scream the last words as I tighten, clench his cock so tightly it must hurt him.

'Come for me Sy'

He keeps going, keeps fucking me until I scream his name, scream that I love him, scream for him to fuck me forever.

'I will Sy... you know I will'.

Christian

My voice is croaky, my blood still rushing, my orgasm slowly dying but my senses still alert. This is the moment I love the most. Knowing I've given him that feeling, that pleasure, is indescribable. This is me being selfless, something I never thought I could do. But as long as he comes and I'm the one responsible, I'm happy.

Syed

No one has ever made me come like he has. No one has ever fucked me like he has. And I will never get enough of him.

Christian

'Sy? You OK?'

I pull myself from him slowly. He's still tight, still clenching me, but he's also silent apart from his pants.

'Do you really need to ask?'

He turns slowly and I gulp deeply. I'm already hard again. Syed soaked to the skin, it goes beyond sexual.

'Let's go home. You promised me 'a ride'!'