The bedroom had all it's usual properties about it. Within the center was a custom made bed, longer and wider than a normal one. The small space around the bed is taken up by the dresser, and a small end table. Personal effects litter the dark wood surfaces of both. The foot of the bed lay in front of the door leading to the great room, while the door to the right leads to the aluminum and glass bathroom, the one to left to a small closet. It was not much to the untrained eye, but to him it was paradise. Away from everything, able to be a man. Or so to speak, he thought to himself. Brian was in the bathroom with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, trying to find any condom he might have not seen the first once over of the apartment. But he stand there, might as well be naked, he had no experience to speak of in this area. As these thoughts circled his head he remembered he really should be naked.
The clothes slipped off, like silk on a smooth surface. The creamy white skin of Justin almost glowing in the near pitch dark bedroom. His hair was down to his shoulders, the lightest blonde with faint brown highlights. He slipped into the bed, as if gliding. This was to be his first time. With anyone. His bangs hung in front of eyes, almost suggestively, or was Brian just imagining. He stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing of course. A condom in one hand, he slipped in the bed as if this being no long a routine thing. Justin's breathing was heavy, how old was this guy? He was certainly older than me, but with a body like that, he can't be more than 30, Justin thought to himself. Brian gave Justin a bored look as if to say to stop looking into space and concentrate on the damn show.
"Put it on me." Brian's words rolled off his tongue as if in French, so beautiful yet so course. Justin gulped mistakenly. He slipped under the covers, and took the condom with him. He found the bulge he was looking for, the sweet smell of sweat and heat. The skin was so soft and supple. He could feel his blood racing faster and faster. He slipped it on Brian as if he did it everyday, being so gentle and precise. Brian pushed Justin on his back. Slipping his fingers down to Justin's thigh, he felt the cool smooth skin of his ass, and brought his legs back up.
With no control what so ever, Justin lay like a piece of string. Brian pushed Justin's legs up in the oh-so familiar position. Justin put a hand on Brian's chest to stop him.
"Will it hurt?" His voice was so innocent and so gentle, like a virgins. But that wouldn't make much sense, Brian thought to himself.
"At first, but you get used to it. Now shut up." Brian got into his position, and brought himself up to Justin. He slipped in, Justin howling with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. The room suddenly became red and hot. It was slow and meaningful, like an art form. In and out, breathing became more difficult. He closed his eyes so hard they would hurt. But no pain could be felt. Now feeling other than need and want for more. His hamstrings clenched and let go with every thrust, his feet pointed and went back with perfect motion. His face became distant his feelings all positioned on the continuation. He could feel it coming. He'd lost most feeling except for the sex. Again and again the thrusting was no longer sweet and slow but now hard and deep and shallow, but no thoughts were being perceived. The time was closing, nothing was voluntary, it all seemed like it was planned out. A few more seconds, thrust, thrust, kiss each one more sexual than the last.
Sweat was everywhere. Both were sticky and laying next to each other. Justin, near exhaustion and Brian with a smug smile.
The clothes slipped off, like silk on a smooth surface. The creamy white skin of Justin almost glowing in the near pitch dark bedroom. His hair was down to his shoulders, the lightest blonde with faint brown highlights. He slipped into the bed, as if gliding. This was to be his first time. With anyone. His bangs hung in front of eyes, almost suggestively, or was Brian just imagining. He stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing of course. A condom in one hand, he slipped in the bed as if this being no long a routine thing. Justin's breathing was heavy, how old was this guy? He was certainly older than me, but with a body like that, he can't be more than 30, Justin thought to himself. Brian gave Justin a bored look as if to say to stop looking into space and concentrate on the damn show.
"Put it on me." Brian's words rolled off his tongue as if in French, so beautiful yet so course. Justin gulped mistakenly. He slipped under the covers, and took the condom with him. He found the bulge he was looking for, the sweet smell of sweat and heat. The skin was so soft and supple. He could feel his blood racing faster and faster. He slipped it on Brian as if he did it everyday, being so gentle and precise. Brian pushed Justin on his back. Slipping his fingers down to Justin's thigh, he felt the cool smooth skin of his ass, and brought his legs back up.
With no control what so ever, Justin lay like a piece of string. Brian pushed Justin's legs up in the oh-so familiar position. Justin put a hand on Brian's chest to stop him.
"Will it hurt?" His voice was so innocent and so gentle, like a virgins. But that wouldn't make much sense, Brian thought to himself.
"At first, but you get used to it. Now shut up." Brian got into his position, and brought himself up to Justin. He slipped in, Justin howling with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. The room suddenly became red and hot. It was slow and meaningful, like an art form. In and out, breathing became more difficult. He closed his eyes so hard they would hurt. But no pain could be felt. Now feeling other than need and want for more. His hamstrings clenched and let go with every thrust, his feet pointed and went back with perfect motion. His face became distant his feelings all positioned on the continuation. He could feel it coming. He'd lost most feeling except for the sex. Again and again the thrusting was no longer sweet and slow but now hard and deep and shallow, but no thoughts were being perceived. The time was closing, nothing was voluntary, it all seemed like it was planned out. A few more seconds, thrust, thrust, kiss each one more sexual than the last.
Sweat was everywhere. Both were sticky and laying next to each other. Justin, near exhaustion and Brian with a smug smile.