There, its done. I feel happy. Sorry for not updating for so long. Bear in mind, I have school and tons of projects. That's what you get for being smart, I guess.
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It felt like a sin. Like the kind of sin that no one speaks of but everyone does it. But, oh boy, it felt so good.
Squall's forehead was beaded with sweat caused not by the room but by the heat emanating from Squall's very frame. Short, shallow breathes were taken from the brunette's lush lips. The an animal in heat, Squall's body jerked in almost a painful motion. But Squall was far from pain, in fact Squall is enjoying every inch of his body to the fullest extent.
His left hand moved from his tone torso down to his balls and eventually down to his pink hole. The cycle from his torso to his hole repeated itself as the right hand gripped the hardened member. The right hand moved up and down on the eight incher almost gracefully, as a pianist's fingers the keys so well. Every inch of Squall's body was explored by his hands which sent chills and ecstatic feelings through his very being.
The natural lube that Squall's member produced was not enough for him, so for a short time, Squall reached under to the canister he kept under his bed to apply some more.
Almost in no time at all, Squall was ready to begin the torment he applied to his body. Squall stopped whenever he was about to explode and delayed the inevitable. These breaks were almost painful to the member which was so eager to spill its contents.
Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Stop.
Squall's breathing turned from short shallow breaths to moans that were almost primitive. As if his lizard brain has taken over his body and forced its will. Squall licked his lips and pictured fucking that sexy blonde he called Seifer. Zell and Irvine was right beside him servicing him in other ways. It was an all out orgy between the four of them, and that was what Squall wanted. Seifer would be so tight and hot. No has claimed his ass yet, Seifer was too dominate for anyone to do so. But Squall was up to the task. Seifer would obey Squall.
Seifer wants to obey me. I can see it in his eyes, thought Squall.
Like a volcano exploding or an epiphany hitting the ignorant, Squall exploded with a sharp violent thrust of his hips and an animal-like moan.
Ahhhhh…!
White hot cum spilled upon his chest which was rising up and down. The cum mixed with some of the sweat that had accumulated on Squall's toned chest. All of it, the sweat mixed cum rolled down into the little small on the torso, that place above the stomach and below the chest. And as the chest rose up and down the mixture spilled down to the sides and threatened to stain the bed.
Squall rubbed the cum on his sides with both of his hands and recollected the mixture onto his torso again. Reaching for the side, Squall took a towell and wiped himself off. The cum soaked towel was thrown aside, probably landing on the floor or a chair.
Squall's member subsided and laid near Squall's belly button. The animal was tired. Squall got up from the bed and walked to the shower. The session equaled a workout because of the all the sweat that had poured from his body. A good shower would do the trick nicely.
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After the shower, Squall returned to the bed and fell fast asleep. He didn't know what Seifer had been at Squall's door and had listened to most of the session. Seifer, now sporting a giant hardon returned to his room to take care of a few things.