In The Hotel Room, Part 2
Warnings/Disclaimer: See last chapter. And this chapter has a graphic sex (hand jobs, blowjobs, but no real intercourse. Maybe next chapter!
"Well, you see, you were, and, and I was, and well, you aren't mad, are you?" The blue-eyed boy blushed adorably, obviously nervous about the concept of sex.
"Of course not. Why would I be?"
"I, I had a dream about you Brad! You were, well, we were, and I was, and, and, I had a dream about you and we were, doing stuff. I thought you'd be upset." Tim closed his eyes as Brad kissed the graceful arc of his eyebrows. His hand slipped under Tim's shirt and skidded over the soft skin, the pad of his thumb skimming the boy's nipple.
With a gasp Tim pressed his back against Brad's chest, catching his lip between his teeth. As he became accustomed to the arousing feeling he gently arched into the touch, savoring the sensation. Brad's touch slowly became more confident as he was assured Tim enjoyed his play.
His other hand stealthily slipped past the hem of Tim's boxer's, grasping the growing arousal between the boy's legs. "Brad!" He whimpered as he felt that warm hand fondle his cock. "Br-Brad, what are you, ahhh! Pl, please, more! He wiggled his hips, searching for friction. Brad pumped him harder, taking pity on him lest his stamina as a virgin not hold out.
"Brad!" With a wild yell Tim came, his cum coating Brad's hand in a sticky film. He brought his finger up and licked them, tasting Tim's essence.
"You're delicious. Was that what your dream was like?" Tim slowly nodded, hesitantly.
"Yeah, but, in my dream you were, you were-"
"I was what? Using my mouth?"
"Yes. Could, do you think you could, please, like in my dream?" Brad considered the request. He saw no harm, as long as he was careful with the inexperienced boy. What harm could it do?
"I suppose I could be talked into it."
"I could return the favor, if you wanted. I've never done anything like that before, but I, I could try." The escaped prisoner nipped lightly at his bottom lip.
"In due time. But promise that after this we'll just sleep." He didn't want to rush into something Tim wasn't ready for and risk injuring and scaring the youth.
"Okay. I, I just want to try, well, everything. I've never done anything like this before."
"I figured so much." He situated himself between Tim's legs, stroking his inner thigh, urging the boy to give him better access to his hardening organ. Brad slid down Tim's boxers, releasing his encased lust.
"Brad," the younger one whimpered, not prepared for the warm, velvet, damp heaven that encircled his cock. His finger clenched the sheets, twisting the white fabric in his fist. He thrust his hips up, forcing himself deeper into Brad's mouth. "So good, I, oh God, Brad!" His back arched sharply off the bed, his hands leaving their sanctuary in the sheets to clasp the headboard as his form was lifted off the bed.
Brad hummed as his digits continued to stroke the nearly hairless skin of Tim's lower body. As he was brought into the throes of his second orgasm the Zoa Priest buried his finger in his partner's contrasting tresses.
Panting heavily the child of 12 released his hold on Brad's locks. "Thank you. That was nothing like my dream. That was better." He felt the ghost of a kiss pressed to his forehead.
"Glad you enjoyed." He glanced at the clock, 12:05. A new beginning.
Owari
Warnings/Disclaimer: See last chapter. And this chapter has a graphic sex (hand jobs, blowjobs, but no real intercourse. Maybe next chapter!
"Well, you see, you were, and, and I was, and well, you aren't mad, are you?" The blue-eyed boy blushed adorably, obviously nervous about the concept of sex.
"Of course not. Why would I be?"
"I, I had a dream about you Brad! You were, well, we were, and I was, and, and, I had a dream about you and we were, doing stuff. I thought you'd be upset." Tim closed his eyes as Brad kissed the graceful arc of his eyebrows. His hand slipped under Tim's shirt and skidded over the soft skin, the pad of his thumb skimming the boy's nipple.
With a gasp Tim pressed his back against Brad's chest, catching his lip between his teeth. As he became accustomed to the arousing feeling he gently arched into the touch, savoring the sensation. Brad's touch slowly became more confident as he was assured Tim enjoyed his play.
His other hand stealthily slipped past the hem of Tim's boxer's, grasping the growing arousal between the boy's legs. "Brad!" He whimpered as he felt that warm hand fondle his cock. "Br-Brad, what are you, ahhh! Pl, please, more! He wiggled his hips, searching for friction. Brad pumped him harder, taking pity on him lest his stamina as a virgin not hold out.
"Brad!" With a wild yell Tim came, his cum coating Brad's hand in a sticky film. He brought his finger up and licked them, tasting Tim's essence.
"You're delicious. Was that what your dream was like?" Tim slowly nodded, hesitantly.
"Yeah, but, in my dream you were, you were-"
"I was what? Using my mouth?"
"Yes. Could, do you think you could, please, like in my dream?" Brad considered the request. He saw no harm, as long as he was careful with the inexperienced boy. What harm could it do?
"I suppose I could be talked into it."
"I could return the favor, if you wanted. I've never done anything like that before, but I, I could try." The escaped prisoner nipped lightly at his bottom lip.
"In due time. But promise that after this we'll just sleep." He didn't want to rush into something Tim wasn't ready for and risk injuring and scaring the youth.
"Okay. I, I just want to try, well, everything. I've never done anything like this before."
"I figured so much." He situated himself between Tim's legs, stroking his inner thigh, urging the boy to give him better access to his hardening organ. Brad slid down Tim's boxers, releasing his encased lust.
"Brad," the younger one whimpered, not prepared for the warm, velvet, damp heaven that encircled his cock. His finger clenched the sheets, twisting the white fabric in his fist. He thrust his hips up, forcing himself deeper into Brad's mouth. "So good, I, oh God, Brad!" His back arched sharply off the bed, his hands leaving their sanctuary in the sheets to clasp the headboard as his form was lifted off the bed.
Brad hummed as his digits continued to stroke the nearly hairless skin of Tim's lower body. As he was brought into the throes of his second orgasm the Zoa Priest buried his finger in his partner's contrasting tresses.
Panting heavily the child of 12 released his hold on Brad's locks. "Thank you. That was nothing like my dream. That was better." He felt the ghost of a kiss pressed to his forehead.
"Glad you enjoyed." He glanced at the clock, 12:05. A new beginning.
Owari
