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We pulled up to my mansion, I liked watching peoples expressions when they saw my house. I looked to see Drew in utter shock, and they say your jaw only hits the floor while giving head, sadly, that's just not the case here.
"Th-this is where you live?" He stuttered, turning to me now, damn, the things I'd do to this muscled sex machine!
"Well, we have a few homes, but this is the most recent, you should see our escape houses in the outskirts of New York and London." He just nodded, turning his head to see all he could.
"I'll give you a tour sometime, right now lets get inside, so my women can make us some damn grub." He looked at me questionably.
"Your women?" Drew repeated, amused.
"Oh, you just wait till you see this piece of chocolate ass." With that I opened my door and carefully got out, grabbing my bag as well. I waited a moment till he exited as well, then approached the front door. I keyed in the code and it granted me entrance, the door unlocked and I opened it, stepping in and holding it open. When Drew came in the adorable look of awe, as he looked at the high, painted ceilings, chandeliers and large spiral stair case, we owned one of the largest places on this side of Toronto.
"Fuck man..." I chuckled, he was extremely sexy when he cussed. I watched him walk around a little, then grabbed his upper arm, callin' out.
"Oh Rita, my sexy little African apple pie, I have a friend!" I yelled, knowing she'd hear me.
"Okay, sugar, I fixed up a nice helping of your favorite salad, shrimp and fruit!" Came her always sweet voice. Drew gave me a questionable look, but soon just turned in awe at the site of our fully equipped, gorgeous, shinny kitchen. Awe. I smirked, after your used to it, into that impressive.
"Babe?" I asked, not seeing Rita. Suddenly her chubby short figure came out of the large freezer, my favorite ice cream, bubble gum, in her clutches.
"Hey Sterlin' how was your day sweetie?" She asked, I grabbed the ice cream from her, setting it down and giving her the usual hug, she was like my mom, who kinda wanted me. Aha, how fucked up is that?
"Not to bad, hey, this is Drew." And I gestured to him. Rita looked him up and down, then over to me, brows raised.
"Nah, he's straight, just a friend." She nodded, a sly knowing, smile on her face. I rolled my eyes playfully, shaking my head. If only he was here to be my fuck buddy.
"Well, sit sit now, I didn't spend all day slaving over your hot stove for ya'll to go hungry now." I smiled, gesturing for Drew to take a seat beside me as I scootched out a bar stool. She laid out the food and I dug in, Drew just watched. I shoved shrimp in my mouth.
"Meet mon," I said, my mouth full, he smiled, chuckling a bit and filling up his plate. I looked to my sissy food to Drew.
"What's your favorite food Drew?" I asked, swallowing first this time. He thought for a moment.
"Home made taco's." He grunted, picking at his salad, trying to look enthused, but failing miserably.
"Rita, think you can manage?" I asked, she got a large grin on her face, already going through the cabinets. Drew gave me a questioning look.
"You don't look to happy with my bitch food." I joked, taking a bite of salad.
"Well, I'm a football player, were bottomless pits man. And well this" And he picked up a forkful of lettuce, "Don't cut it." After Rita made Drew some very ass kickin' taco's and I watched him eat like a fuckin' bear in a butcher shop we left. Rita, had already retired to her wing. I headed towards the elevator, to lazy to make the trip up the four flights to my room and to Drews. He walked to the steps,making a uey and following me.
"Where are we going?" He asked, I pointed to the elevator and he shook his head.
"Of coarse." I shrugged, stepping in as did he. I pushed a button and it started to move up. The elevator music started, my personal music, I like it , by fuck, I forget, Enrequie something. Drew looked at me, smiling, but I was to busy rockin' out to notice. Once we arrived on what was known as my floor I turned to him.
"Okay, so there's about six empty rooms on this floor all luxurious and such, so pick one." I gestured to the row of black doors, I had designed every room to a T on this floor. He looked up and down the hall, actionably opening a door, seeming to like them all.
"Which room's yours?" He asked turning back to me.
"The last one." He looked to the neon green and black stripped door, then across from it. Opening it and walking in. I shrugged heading to my room, and grabbing a set of classic checkered pajama pants and a plain white shirt. I knocked on the black and white stripped door, he opened it, I had to refrain from gasping at the glorious sight. Drew was just in a pair of navy blue plaid boxers. He smirked as I scanned his body, then handed him the bundle of clothes, he took them, nodding in thanks and saying a good night, I responded when the door was closed, in utter shock. Was it possible for a body to be that defined and flawless? Shaking out of my trance I went to my room, getting into a pair of dark purple boxer briefs and laying down in my large black, silk bed. After I had jacked off to the thought of the boy across the hall I looked at the clock, barely eleven, oh well. So I laid my head down, I just laid there, slightly dozing off, then I heard a quiet knock on my door. I opened my eyes, smoothing my hair,
"Come on in." I said in a yawn, the door slowly opened, lighting up the dark room, I looked to see Drew. He looked around spotting me then quietly made his way over to my canopy fore poster black, silver and black bed. He stopped a foot or two away. Knowing it was to dark for him to see me I examined his body, more then loving what I saw.
"Dude, I can't sleep." He stated, sounding a bit melancholy.
"Yeah, figured as much. You wanna watch some T.V?" I asked, he nodded climbing onto my bed, sitting Indian style about a foot away from my legs. I gulped, watching his well formed body sway and his back ripple. Fuck, is it possible to have a to perfect body? So it's more then official, I'm so not getting to bed, or getting rid of this raging hard on, I've cleverly hidden under the blanket. Looking around I spotted my remote, I crawled like the predator I am and snatched it, from the end of my bed. When I looked back with a sly grin I noticed Drew watching me intently, like something was really important. Hmm, glad I gots an amazing bod man! I tossed the object to sir needs to fuck me lots and laid back down, turning on the side lamp. He quickly turned on the fifty-two inch Plasma mounted to the wall, then began looking around. He seemed amused, it worried me.
"You really like Harry Potter don't you?" He said, motioning to the place. Yeah, so my room is done in an exact replica of the Slytherin Dorm and Common room, since it's so big. Eccept my beds a king size and I have muggle shit everywhere.
"It's my thang." I said simply, leaning back, hands behind my head, eyes closed. Oh, comfy. The blanket was just covering my torso, letting my slender, pale, six pack and such show.
"You shave your pits man?" He asked.
"I shave almost everything, legs, arms, chest, face, dick, you name it it's furless and lotioned at all times." I mumbled.
"Does it bother you on other people?" I shrugged.
"Nah, as long as my man doesn't have a hairy chest it's all good and dandy." Suddenly, I felt I light tingle of someone running their fingers around my stomach and pecks, my eyes flew open. Drew was tracing me, eyes intent on my flawless body. I watched in awe, mouth suddenly dry and eyes wide. It felt nice, tickley, but comforting. Finally after a minute or two, he spoke, in a soft, almost whisper,
"Ya' know, you kinda, well your very ... man pretty." It was a statement I got allot, but not from straight kids? Finally he meant my electric eyes, his chocolate orbs searched my own, looking for something, his own expression unreadable. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned over me, arms on either side of me, the remainder of his body hovering over me, and my erection. Figuring out what he obviously wanted, I lifted my head from my pillow, ghosting my lips over his soft plump ones, my hand gliding across his chiseled jaw. Then when I thought my heart would escape the confines of my chest he applied the much needed pressure, moving his lips skillfully over mine own. I sighed into his lips as he cupped my face, pulling me into a sitting position as he straddled my hips. I let my own hands roam his back, feeling the ripped muscles and having their own lil' party. Feeling brave I bit down lightly on his bottom lip, extremely happy when he responded immediately, prodding my mouth with his eager tongue and leaning in more. I let out a groan and was rewarded with one of his own, like wind chimes to my dick. As our bodies made more contact and his tongue slipped into my toothpaste tasting mouth, I felt his over hard on hit my stomach. YAY! I'm not the only one who is forming a sky scraper as we speak. I peaked through on eye, glad to see his own closed. When my lungs felt on the verge of collapsing I had to break away, pleased that after he took a few breaths he started to nibble and kiss his way down my jaw line, I moaned a bit and every time I did he'd bite down, making me gasp in pain and pleasure. When Drew got to my collar bone he stopped, sitting up and locking eyes with me. Shyly, he rubbed the back of his head, I didn't get it?
"I've never done anything like this before, can you maybe, take the lead?" He asked sheepishly, resisting a laugh, I grinned grabbing a chunk of his hair and pulling his glorious face back to mine. I broke our embrace, pushing him down almost roughly onto my mattress, and crawling ontop, lovin' the view, I licked the side of his face seductively and nibbled playfully down his face and neck, getting even more motivation when he started to run his hands up and down my sides slowly, and moaning just when I wanted him too. I continued my journey, stopping at his left nipple and biting it gently, tonguing it a bit as I tweaked the other with my hand. Leaven his delicious nips I went farther down, making him arch a bit when I licked and swirled his navel, finally when I had made it to his boxers I inserted a finger to play with the elastic band. Our eyes connected as I silently asked him for permission, he just nodded, and leaned his head down on my pillow. I hooked two fingers on each side of the restriction, that had now become my number one enemy and yanked them down. I slowly pulled them off, unleashing the organ inside, not surprised to see that my assumption was right, this was a big boy, and very nicely shaven, yummy. He let out a deep breath as the crisp air hit his large member, and I decided to warm him up, wink wink. Wrapping my small slender fingers around it and squeezing a bit I found out he was a bit easy to please, which was fine for me. I slowly let my hand move up and down, the shaft listening intently to the noises he made to see his likes and dislikes. I noticed his breath hitched and he shivered when I squeezed and blew on the moist tip. Deciding I wanted to hear the Torres boy get vocal I sloppily licked the tip, liking the saltily, bitter taste of his precum. After teasing him a bit more I took it all the way in my mouth, having to hover over it so I could throat better. Mouth like a vacuum I sucked and jacked his dick, fueled by his never failing sounds, but when he gripped his hands in my locks, is when I got a bit to happy, and took a little bite, making him yank my hair painfully, I loved every mili second of it. Soon letting it out of my mouth, I licked the side and cupped his balls, knowing just what he wanted,
"I'm close, ahh, baby, so close ... so fucking good." Where the delightful things escaping my lover's mouth. Finally after multiple squeezes and,
"I'm gonna cum!" He exploded into my mouth, didn't stop for quite some time, but that was fine by me. Though after a while I had finally milked him for all he was worth and he let out a low moan as I licked up the little spurts that had gotten away, licking my lips when I was through. When I looked up, he was staring at me, no emotion in his face, then right when I started to get a bit worried he'd lash out, a heart stopping grin erupted, much like his orgasm. I shyly smiled back.
"Wow." Was all that escaped his beautiful mouth and I was thinking the exact same thing.
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