AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I have no excuse for how long it takes me to get these out, so I'm not going to make one.
The FF witch hunt appears to have subsided for the time being. I will continue to post here and on AO3 for as long as I can. When/if I am forced to complete the relocation you can find me at - archiveofourown ~dot~ org. Then just do a search for Jtrue. (if this chapter gets past them, the witch hunt must be over)
Special thanks to Miss Pauline for giving this a read through and making sure my Brits sound like Brits. And thank you, Sis, for keeping me going. Huge smooches for you both.
This book runs more or less concurrently with Enticements & Obstructions by OhJasperMyJasper, and picks up after chapter 13. Events depicted herein are tied into the lives of the central characters from my other book Culture Shock, that take place after chapter 24. You by no means need to read Culture Shock, but if you haven't, some small details of what you read here might not make sense.
As ever, giant hugs to the rest of my girls, Maureen and Rebecca and Kate.
Anyone who has not read the incredible Equal & Opposite, or is not now reading the brilliance that is Errors & Omissions, or Enticements & Obstructions, all by OhJasperMyJasper, should go do so right now. Here is how you find them since the FF witch hunt removed Liz from this site - ohjaspermyjasper ~dot~ blogspot ~dot~ com.
WARNING:
This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!
AU/AH/OC/Non Magical
All characters from Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling. I just take them out and play with them.
There are actual Arsenal football club players as characters in this book. Real People. Much as I would like to, I do not know them. I do not know anything about them. Their personalities and sexual orientations, as depicted herein, are entirely fictional. I only know their names, what they do and where they come from. Their families, spouses, or children, if any, are entirely fictional and made up by me.
All characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just play with them too.
Chapter 14: Alone at Last
Whether they were getting used to the change in time zones, or because a certain little body was absent, they did not know, but Viktor and Greg awoke the next morning gently, slowly, naked and in each other's arms. The men were as they had lain down, never bothering to actually get into the bed, but still atop the covers. They both lay on their sides facing each other with their bodies pressed close together. The hard Bulgarian bone was supported by it's equally hard British counterpart. Viktor's head was pushed back by Greg's and the Brit's face was nuzzled into the Gunner's throat. Greg's lips were parted and Viktor's adam's apple, the more prominent by the angle of his neck, was almost in Greg's mouth. As awareness came to Greg, he slowly closed his mouth. The movement of Greg's lips on his throat caused Viktor to stir. They both became very aware of their mutual hardness as both cocks flexed against each other.
"Umm," Viktor moaned and tightened his arms around his partner.
"Mm-hm," Greg smiled against his lover's throat. "Me too," he murmured. Then Greg felt wetness on his cheek from Viktor's neck. He opened his eyes. "Oh, dear. I think I've drooled on you."
"Drool me all over," Viktor smiled.
"Now, there's a corking notion," Greg relished the feel of every solid inch of his partner as he stretched against him. "You talked me into it. I'll wash you from head to toe with my tongue."
"I like," Viktor moved his head at last only to give his lover a kiss on the bridge of his nose.
"I shall have to pay particular attention to some parts of course," Greg moved a hand between them to take both of their erections in hand.
"Da, my bollock too. Must wash good," Viktor snuggled the side of his face to Greg's forehead.
"Don't you worry, my beauty," Greg turned his face up to kiss his lover's goateed chin.
"I like you hold us together," Viktor sighed. Greg felt Viktor's bone flex in his hand and against his own wood which flexed in response.
"I like it too," Greg stated. Viktor drew a hand down Greg's body, over his hip, around the curve of his pale buttock, down his thigh and around between his legs. Viktor pushed Greg's leg up. The Brit turned his right leg out and bent his knee to place his foot flat on the mattress to give Viktor room for whatever he had in mind. While Greg held their erections, Viktor held his lover's balls. Greg closed his eyes and just luxuriated in Viktor's gentle fondle of his testicles while they lay quietly close together.
And then their bedroom door swug open. Greg pulled his leg back in, trapping Viktor's hand, as Kliment's shirtless form leaned in around the door.
"Viktor, take Grigor in you mouth. I pound door now," Kliment displayed a broad and very amused smile.
"Govno!" Viktor swore. Kliment raised his fist, poised to pound on the open door, and paused.
"Well? Go on," Kliment opened his hand.
"You want see me suck Grigor?" Viktor asked.
"He's just saying that because I told him he has the terribly annoying habit of pounding on our door each time you are about to go down on me," Greg explained. "Kliment, you're not funny."
"I cute," Kliment countered, using the word Greg had used to describe his teasing a dozen times.
"Okay," Viktor gave a nod. He sat up and pushed Greg over onto his back.
"Vik!" Greg protested. Only now did he let go of Viktor's cock even as Viktor took hold of his hard manhood and held it up for Kliment to see. Viktor leaned down over Greg and paused with his mouth open, watching his brother. Kliment held his breath as his brother prepared to engage in gay sex, right in front of him, at, incredibly, his own urging. His eyes were wide as he watched with morbid fascination. It was at once horrifying, and he could not look away. Viktor gave his brother ample time to do so before he gave a broad lick across the head of his partner's thick penis.
This was finally too much. "Whuh!" Kliment closed his eyes and visibly shuddered. He stepped back out of the room and shut the door, upon which he promptly pounded. "Hey you, get up!" Kliment shouted from the hallway. Then just as quickly he opened the door and leaned into the bedroom again. "Oh, you already up! I mean, get out bed! Ha!" Kliment guffawed at himself. Viktor let go of his lover's bone and leaned over the side of the bed to snatch up a sandal. Kliment ducked the flying footwear and closed the door behind himself again, still laughing. Viktor and Greg lay side by side on the bed, both leaning up on their elbows. They just looked at each other for a long moment.
"I cannot bloody believe that you just licked my knob in front of your straight little brother," Greg voiced his amazement.
"Serve him right. He ask for it," Viktor stated.
"You know, in Nasir's culture, throwing a shoe is a great and terrible insult," Greg pointed out.
"I sorry I throw only one. And that I miss," Viktor expressed his regret.
"Where were we before your brother so rudely interrupted us?" Greg asked.
"I ready suck you," Viktor smiled.
"Ah, yes. We'll have more of that, please," Greg laid back down fully and reached to pull Viktor's head toward him. Viktor only too willingly let himself be pulled to his lover's thick, hard meat.
"Mmm, so nice," Viktor murmured. He gave a broad lick up the sensitive side of the British bone.
"Ugh," Greg's cock flexed at this stimulation and hit the goateed chin that had it's undivided attention. "Very nice," he agreed.
"Now I suck," Viktor announced. He moved to kneel between Greg's legs as he took his lover in his mouth.
"Uh-huh!" Greg watched and felt as Viktor went down on him. Viktor took Greg's every fat inch to the back of his throat. If Greg thought this felt good last night, in this position his lover's tongue was fully against the whole length of his sensitive cum tube. And Viktor applied it.
"Ugh, Vik!" Greg closed his eyes and put his hands on Viktor's head. He did not attempt to control his lover's movements, but ran his fingers over Viktor's closely cropped brown hair. Viktor loved the feeling of his partner's steel hard spike as it stretched his lips. He felt his own cock throb and asshole twitch at the thought of what he would finally get to do with it today, this very morning. Viktor pulled up just enough to catch a quick breath through his nose, and then set up a slow, deep, siphoning suck.
"Hoh!" Greg's toes curled as his skilled lover sucked him deeply. Viktor did not let more than an inch of British crank out of his mouth. He moved a hand to cup Greg's swollen eggs. Viktor massaged Greg's hardness with his lips and stones with gentle fingers. Greg concentrated on keeping his breathing even and body relaxed as possible. It was a losing battle. Viktor's constant pace and deep, relentless suck was siphoning his cum right up out of his balls.
"Oh, my God, Vik. Please don't make me come. You've got me close already," Greg warned. Viktor stopped sucking Greg and just held his lover's every inch in his mouth. He slowly pulled his mouth up, his tongue in constant motion along Greg's cum tube as he did so. When Viktor's lips slipped off the end of his penis, only then could Greg exhale fully. Viktor smiled as his partner visibly relaxed.
"Feel good, Slunchitze?" Viktor asked. He gave the quivering bone wet kisses from Greg's frenulum, down his cum tube and onto his testicles.
"So good, Vik. Too bloody good. I am very ready to come. If I wasn't so desperate to be inside you, I would beg you to make me come in your mouth right now," Greg confessed.
"Is hard for me to stop. I want drink you," Viktor nuzzled into Greg's loose sac. He gently moved Greg's balls around with his nose. Grey lay with his eyes closed as his lover fondled him with his face.
The excited voices of two children reached their ears from downstairs at that moment.
"Vladimira here," Viktor observed as he continued to rub his slight goatee on Greg's shaved scrotum.
"Mmm. Have a lovely day everyone. See you later," Greg lifted one arm to give their closed bedroom door a wave.
"You so sexy, my Grigor. I think we no go back to England. Keep you right here, naked, in this bed, cock or bollock always in my mouth," Viktor relished the feel of the big orbs in their smooth sac on his face.
"There is but one tiny flaw in that plan, my beautiful Gunner," Greg began.
"What that?" Viktor lifted his head to look up at Greg.
"If I am ever in your mouth, how then shall I take that especially beautiful arse?" Greg posed.
"Oh, is good point. Okay, I let you out of mouth long enough to fuck me," Viktor amended.
"There, then, that does sound lovely," Greg sighed. "What will happen when Lene finds a Bulgarian boy for her very own? Sorry, my darling, we'd love to meet him, but your father is sucking on me just now, still."
"We meet him. He come in here," Viktor gave the solution. He held up Greg's hard post and gave gentle kisses up his length with closed eyes.
"I see. I'll do the talking then, shall I? Lovely to meet you, young man. I'm Greg. The man with me prick in his mouth is Viktor. We're ever so pleased to meet you. Won't be too busy to shake his hand, will you?" Greg teased.
"I shake his hand, pat him on arse, then drink you cum," Viktor spoke against the thick, hard bone as he held it to his face.
Greg leaned up on his elbows. "Much as I am loathe to tell you to stop, we should make an appearance before everyone heads off. I am rather surprised we haven't seen a little blonde head in here this morning."
"Da," Viktor agreed as he sat up. He leaned over Greg, put one hand to his lover's face, and gave him a gentle, loving kiss on his lips. Greg could not help but smile. Viktor climbed off the foot of the bed and stood there with his big Bulgarian cock pointing straight at Greg.
"I am never going to get soft enough to go downstairs with you standing there like that," Greg stated. Viktor turned around and looked back as he ran a hand provocatively over his bubble butt.
"Oh, now, that sight'll do my horn right in," Greg was sarcastic. Viktor laughed and picked up their morning wear boxers. Greg just smiled at his man as his boxers landed on his chest. Viktor continued to tease by slipping his boxers on and sticking his yet fully hard bone through the fly.
"There. I no make tent in boxer this way. Ready?" Viktor asked with a straight face.
"What am I to do with you?" Greg sighed.
"Fuck!" Viktor gave his simple answer with a broad smile.
"I meant that figuratively and it was a rhetorical question," Greg took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He put his hands over his face. "Dead kittens. Burn victims. Terrible, twisted, train wreck," Greg recited a litany of images sure to make his erection flee. With his eyes closed he didn't see it coming, but Greg felt the wet kiss his lover planted on him where cock met scrotum. "Not helping," Greg did not open his eyes. Viktor chuckled and patted his lover's leg.
Downstairs Kliment sat at the breakfast table with his mother, sister and two nieces. He didn't wear a shirt to the table and, at breakfast at least, no one cared. Iskra wore a flowery blouse and brown slacks while her daughter was more casual in a big, loose tee shirt that she knotted at her waist, and small, snug shorts. Even dressed like this Vladimira wore shoes with a heel. Kliment smirked to himself when he heard footsteps descending the stairs.
"Daddy, Daddy!" Helena leapt from her chair.
"Cheecho!" Radka joined her cousin just as Helena had done when her father arrived yesterday. Greg appeared first, like the Krum brothers clad in only boxers, as his partner had not allowed him to put on a shirt this morning.
"There's my girl," Greg squatted down to hug his daughter.
"There my family," Viktor squatted beside Greg and wrapped them both in his strong arms. Greg and Helena felt especially safe and loved when he did that. Helena gave a kiss on the side by side faces of her fathers. Viktor kissed them both as well. Radka applied herself to Helena's back and both men moved their arms to include her in their hug as well.
"Dobar utro," Vladimira greeted as Viktor and Greg stood.
"Morning, ladies," Greg smiled.
"Vladimira, Maika," Viktor gave his sister and mother a kiss.
"Kliment get you up?" Iskra asked her first born.
"Oh, they already up," Kliment nodded with raised eyebrows. Viktor just smiled. Everyone but Vladimira and Radka, who had eaten at home with their husband and father, had a bowl of yogurt and more freshly baked banitza in front of them. Kliment had the addition of a glass of thick white boza and a bottle of household bleach on the table in front of him.
Viktor furrowed his brow and pointed at his brother. "Why for you have bleach?"
"For wash out eyes," Kliment delivered the punch line to the joke he had set up the moment he came downstairs.
"Oh!" Iskra hit her youngest child on his bare shoulder while Vladimira laughed. Iskra rose from her chair and snatched up the bleach bottle as she did so. "I get you yogurt and boza," she had a pat for her older son's bare shoulder. Iskra put the bleach bottle away and opened the fridge. Greg poured two mugs of coffee and set about to fix them the way he and his partner liked it.
"Thank you, my Grigor," Viktor stepped up to his partner as he took his mug. He very deliberately stood so that his body shielded the view of Greg from the table. Greg didn't see it coming and was taken aback as his lover took hold of the protrusion of his boxers. Viktor casually took a sip of his coffee while he held his partner's soft, yet still impressively thick cock through the thin fabric of Greg's boxers.
"Behave," Greg whispered as he kissed his lover on the side of his mouth.
"It hard," Viktor confessed softly.
"It's about to be," Greg pointedly raised his eyebrows as he very reluctantly stepped away from his partner. He and Viktor took seats at the table side by side and each reached for a banitza while Iskra served them their yogurt and Viktor a cold glass of boza.
"And where were you this morning then, little miss?" Greg ran a hand down the back of his daughter's head.
"Baba said you were very tired and we shouldn't wake you," Helena answered her father.
"Well, that was very considerate of you both," Greg smiled.
"Maybe very tired, but no sleeping," Kliment shook his head with wide eyes.
"Couldn't you sleep, Daddy?" Helena was full of concern.
"Daddy and I slept like babes, Lene. Checho is mistaken," Greg leveled a warning stare at Kliment that only elicited a barely stifled snicker.
"So, you shop today?" Vladimira tried to change the subject.
"Da," Viktor confirmed. He looked at his partner as he continued, "Shop hard, all day."
Kliment snickered again. "What you shop for, Viktor?"
Viktor just stared at his brother for a long moment. "Golf club."
"Golf club?" Kliment blinked.
"Da. Golf club have many use. Not just for golfing," Viktor mimicked a swing into Kliment's head with an imagined club. This only made Kliment laugh more.
"Come, momichentsa," Iskra bid as she rose again from the table. "We brush teeth."
"Da, I too," Vladimira followed. The three boxer clad men were left alone.
"You know, I'm sorry I don't like this," Greg picked up Kliment's glass of boza. "It's thick and white and creamy. It very much reminds me of something I do fancy quite a lot," Greg set the glass back down.
"Oh, da," Kliment picked his glass up and looked into it. He took a gulp and gave a satisfied sigh. "Maybe I drink pink wine today. Maybe Svilen get here we no go, stay home with you," Kliment ran a teasing hand over Greg's bare shoulder and down his back.
"You have strayed into very dangerous territory, little boy. I shall have your brother hold you down for me," Greg threatened.
"Ne, ne," Kliment laughed and held up his hands. "I go Vladimira."
"Wise choice," Greg gave a final nod.
"I need go shower," Kliment stood. "Have fun shop hard. I hope you go in store over and over again," he laughed and patted Greg's back.
"Do you mind terribly if we brush our teeth while you shower?" Greg asked.
"You brush teeth now?" Kliment did not understand that.
"I intend to spend quite a bit of this morning licking your brother's arsehole, my lad, and don't want to leave him smelling, and tasting, of coffee," Greg was frank. "Excellent Austrian coffee, though it may be."
"You no really do that," Kliment looked askance at the older men.
"You're more than welcome to watch that too," Greg stated.
"Remember I tell you Grigor give good everything? I mean everything," Viktor took his lover's hand.
"Did you say that? That's so sweet, Vik," Greg smiled at his partner.
"Gay boy do thing I no even know," Kliment shook his head and walked out of the kitchen.
"Your brother is great fun," Greg endorsed.
"Sometime I want hug him, sometime I want beat him," Viktor gave a shrug.
"Come on, let's clean up the kitchen," Greg rose from the table. Viktor joined him in washing the breakfast dishes and tidying up the kitchen. By the time they were done the family began to gather in the living room.
"I go brush quick," Viktor patted Greg on his boxer clad butt and dashed up the stairs.
"Here Petar mobile number," Vladimira wrote it down on a small piece of paper from her purse and handed it to Greg. "I tell him you pick up main gate at five."
"Quite. I'm sure Viktor knows where it is," Greg smiled.
"Da, he know," Vladimira nodded.
A knock came at the door at that moment.
"Who is it? Who is it?" Helena skipped to the door. Vladimira was closest and opened the door.
"Dobar utro," Svilen greeted with a smile. He had on a loose fitting, short sleeved, white cotton button shirt that he wore entirely open over a pale blue tank and white capri shorts. The ever present messenger bag was slung across his chest.
"Svilen," Vladimira pulled the younger man into a tight hug. It struck Svilen how envious Valery would be of him at that moment. He knew how much Valery would have relished an embrace like this from Kliment's sister. It was very special to Svilen too, but for a very different reason.
"Blagodarya," Svilen smiled.
"I glad you come today. We go to pool. You have swimsuit? It no matter," Vladimira gave a dismissive wave. "Petar have plenty that fit you."
"I bring," Svilen smiled. Kliment and Viktor came down the stairs together at that moment. Kliment wore board shorts and a tight, white, ribbed tank, while Viktor was still in only his boxers.
"Svilen here!" Kliment was clearly pleased by this. He kissed his friend on the cheek and then turned him around to open his messenger bag. Kliment stuffed his little bikini, wallet and keys into the bag and then lifted it off over Svilen's head, just like he had done yesterday. "I ride with you," Kliment answered Svilen's questioning look as he slipped the strap over his own head. Greg peeked into the bag Viktor carried to make sure their daughter would have everything she might need.
"We ready go?" Vladimira asked. She picked up her purse from where she left it on a living room chair and pulled out her car keys.
"You ready to go have fun at lalya Vladimira's house today?" Greg asked his daughter as he squatted down beside her.
"Yes, Daddy. I don't like to shop," Helena made a face. Kliment found this very amusing.
"Someday you will like shop. When you sixteen, you come cheecho. I give good shop advice," Kliment assured with a nod.
"When she's sixteen, we shan't let boys like you anywhere near her," Greg looked up at his grinning brother-in-law. He then turned his attention back to his daughter and gave her a hug and kiss, which she wholeheartedly returned. Greg then stood up and Viktor took his place.
"Be good princess for lalya and baba," Viktor took his child in his arms.
"I will Tatee," Helena knew the effect that word in that language had on her father and cherished the tighter hug he gave her.
"Have good time," Viktor let his daughter go.
"See you supper. No forget Petar," Vladimira led the way out the door.
"Don't be late!" Helena raised a lecturing finger.
"We not forget and not be late," Viktor assured. Kliment hung back so that he would be the last one out the door.
"Viktor, when have gay boy alone time, you really take Grigor in arse? He look big round," Kliment held a hand in the grip he imagined it would take to hold Greg's erection, now that he had seen it for the first time this morning. Viktor's only response was to shove his brother out the door and close it behind him. He turned and suddenly found himself face to face with his lover and life partner, alone for the first time in a month. Both men just stood and stared at each other for a long moment as that realization sank in. They stood not two feet apart in boxers that began to tent toward each other.
"Am I really alone with you?" Greg ran his hands over Viktor's strong pecs.
"Da," Viktor nodded. "You not know how I long for this, Grigor," he ran his hands up over Greg's shoulders.
"Oh, I do, Vik, I very much do," Greg swallowed with effort. "Will you allow me the briefest pause to brush my teeth?"
"I wait for you in bedroom," Viktor stepped back. Greg turned and raced up the stairs. Viktor laughed at his partner's enthusiasm and ran right behind him. Greg ducked into the bathroom and Viktor continued into their bedroom. He ripped his boxers off so fast he nearly did rip them. The boxers flew over his shoulder as he bent to dig into their big suitcase. He had stashed in this suitcase, when they were still in Austria, something he very much now wanted. And it took him only seconds to find it. Viktor quickly pulled on his old rag of a jock and adjusted his already half hard cock and balls in the pouch that was so threadbare, it was nearly mesh. He knew this jock drove Greg crazy and the thought made his meat bloat up such that he feared for the weak fabric. Viktor quickly got into position. He reclined deeply against their pillows that he placed against the headboard. He put both hands up behind his head and flexed his biceps. Viktor spread his legs wide which only served to enhance the obscene bulge in his jock. As his manhood strained against the pouch of his jock, the sides and especially the bottom lifted away from his body leaving significant gaps. And this was how Greg found him.
Greg froze in the open doorway of their bedroom and audibly gasped with wide, unblinking eyes. The sight of this traffic stopping Bulgarian footballer reclined and flexing and bulging in his see through jock pouch went straight to Greg's cock. The corner of Viktor's mouth turned up in an alluring and inviting smile.
"Oh my God," Greg finally exhaled. "This is all mine," Greg pulled his boxers down and stepped out of them, his thick post swinging before him.
"Come to bed, Slunchitze," Viktor bid. Greg slowly crawled onto the foot of the bed. He knelt between Viktor's wide spread legs and ran his hands up the solid, hairy thighs. He watched the nearly exhausted fabric strain ever harder to contain the big Bulgarian snake that fought to escape. Greg let the tips of his fingers slip into the side gaps of the jock to just graze the trapped weapon. Viktor brought down one hand and ran it up Greg's arm.
"No, no. Put your arm back up. Don't move," Greg instructed. Viktor did as he was told and Greg just let his eyes wander over his lover for a moment.
"There are not words in either of our languages for how sexy you are," Greg stated with awe.
"You think I sexy, Grigor?" Viktor smiled and flexed his biceps again.
"Everyone thinks you're sexy," Greg stressed.
"I like be sexy for you. I think you sexy too. I want touch you too," Viktor expressed.
"Just be still. I need to admire my own personal Gunner for a moment," Greg bent down and ran his nose lightly over the thin fabric of the pouch. He felt the heat and power of the barely contained monster within. Greg inhaled deeply through his nose through the jock.
"Hoh, my God, you smell good," Greg closed his eyes. He rubbed his nose down one side and up the other before he moved on.
"Mmm!" Viktor protested the sudden loss of contact on his confined bone. Greg kissed his way up the broad path of trimmed hair that led up out of the jock to Viktor's belly button. There the hair on the Gunner's body just naturally stopped. Greg kissed his way up to where it began again in the valley between Viktor's pecs. He leaned farther forward to kiss his way across his lover's collarbone and over his shoulder. Viktor flexed again as Greg's tongue trailed over his significant bicep.
"Oh, da!" Viktor felt Greg apply his teeth. Greg gently bit Viktor's muscle. He moved forward to straddle Viktor and sat down on the protrusion of the athlete's jock. His fat cock flopped onto Viktor's abdomen as he did so.
"Oh," Viktor lowered an arm to reach for the thick joint he wanted so badly.
"No," Greg grabbed Viktor's elbow. "Keep your arms up."
"Grigor, I want hold you cock. Want feel it and suck it," Viktor protested.
"Just hold still right now," Greg instructed. Viktor gave a frustrated moan as Greg moved his ass down over the thin, straining pouch. Greg needed to move down the stronger man's body to apply his mouth to his lover's chest again.
"Hmm," Viktor closed his eyes as Greg's tongue gently lapped at his left nipple. Greg trailed his tongue across the broad chest, through the furry valley and over to the other one.
"Hoh!" Viktor felt Greg's teeth as his lover's mouth closed on his right nipple. Greg moved his tongue around and over the nipple in his mouth, before he bit it again.
"I like that," Viktor closed his eyes and flexed his pecs against his lover's face. Greg felt the pec grow solid and ran his tongue around it's curve. He pulled back and looked down at his lover's muscular body.
"And what have we here, then?" Greg settled back down between Viktor's legs. He ran his hands over Viktor's hips and brushed the tips of his fingers into the sizeable gaps at the sides of the stretched to it's limit jock pouch.
"He want out," Viktor informed.
"I'll just bet he does," Greg smiled.
"Want down you throat," Viktor added.
"I can think of no place I should rather have him," Greg kissed his way up Viktor's left inner thigh until his face was wedged between solid thigh and packed jock. He snaked his tongue into the side gap and licked along the base of the trapped, shaved scrotum.
"Ugh," Viktor felt Greg's tongue reach into his pouch and touch his balls. He flexed his hips and spread his legs wider in an attempt to give his lover greater access.
"I do love this jock," Greg planted soft kisses all over the threadbare mesh of the packed to capacity pouch. "It's my very favorite," he gave a lick across where the trapped serpent's head was confined.
"Oh, Slunchitze, let me out now. Want out," Viktor brought his arms down only to rub his own thighs in frustration.
"However did you get in there?" Greg continued to lick at the head and shaft of Viktor's penis where it strained against the thin fabric.
"Put on for you, but want out now. Want in you mouth," Viktor pleaded.
"That does," Greg licked, "sound like," he licked the other side, "a cracking idea."
Viktor found it hard to hold his body still beneath Greg as his lover soaked his ratty old jock with saliva. He was painfully hard in the jock and yet without the room to grow to full hardness. "Grigor, I want you suck me."
"I want that too," Greg agreed, but did not move to free the aching organ from it's prison. Greg moved his face lower between Viktor's legs. The way Viktor's straining meat pushed his jock out from his body gave Greg exactly the access he wanted beneath the base of the pouch where the leg straps went around the bubble butt.
Viktor saw what Greg was doing even before he felt the warm, wet, sensual tongue make contact with his hole, but it was still incredible. "Huh! Grigor!"
Greg pushed the solid thighs up and Viktor was only too happy to lift his legs. "Mmm," Greg drew his tongue slowly over his lover's most private place and savored the scent and taste of him. "Oh, Vik. You turn me on so bloody much," he lapped at Viktor's soft opening.
"Ugh, Grigor," Viktor agreed as his lover's skilled tongue washed repeatedly over his hole. Greg forced Viktor to moan even louder as he reached up to fondle the spit soaked pouch and the Bulgarian meat trapped within, while he licked the sweet hole. Greg felt Viktor relax and slowly pushed his tongue inside his footballer.
'Hoh!" Viktor felt Greg's strong tongue enter him. "Da, Grigor, fuck me with tongue!"
Greg shoved his tongue as far up Viktor's hot, luscious ass as he was able. He held onto Viktor's hips and began to fuck his lover just as the man had cried out for him to do.
"Ugh, da," Viktor let his eyes roll back as he was impaled by his partner's tongue. As incredible as this was, he wanted more. "Take me, my Grigor," Viktor begged. "Nachukam mi!"
Greg knew the Bulgarian words for 'fuck me' and were his tongue not as far inside his lover's body as he could get it, he would have assured him that he would very shortly do just that. Greg pulled his tongue from within Viktor, gave a broad lick across the relaxed hole and then bit Viktor's right inner thigh.
"Ugh," Viktor moaned as Greg's teeth clamped down on his flesh with just enough pressure to be pleasurable.
"This has to go now," Greg took hold of the waistband of the jock. "Hot as you very much are in it, nothing beats you naked," Greg pulled it down.
"Huh-uh," Viktor moaned in relief as he was finally freed from the confines of his jock. He closed his eyes and lifted his hips to allow Greg to pull it down and off of him. His heavy tool slapped onto his furry abdomen, free and fully hard at last.
"Oh, yes," Greg threw the jock off the bed and bent to run his tongue up Viktor's cum tube.
"Ugh," Viktor felt Greg lick him all along his sensitive ridge. He sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth as Greg's mouth closed around him. "Da, lapai mi huia!" Viktor looked down and watched even as he felt himself sink down Greg's deep throat. Greg was in heaven as he heard Viktor moan and pressed his nose into the trimmed Bulgarian pubes. He swallowed around the steel hard cock, heard Viktor moan louder and slowly pulled back up.
"Oh, damn. Where's the bloody oil?" Greg looked around. As much as they had both been looking forward to this very long overdue coupling, neither of them thought to get out the lubricant.
"Govno," Viktor swore in agreement. Greg made quick work of scrambling off the bed and digging through their carry on bag. In but a moment he had the bottle and ran quickly to the linen cabinet in the bathroom to obtain a small hand towel.
"Where were we?" Greg climbed back onto the bed between Viktor's still spread legs and popped the top on the baby oil bottle. "Ah, yes. Big, beautiful bollocks," he poured oil into his palm and rubbed his hands together. Greg took hold of the big dick that throbbed on Viktor's abdomen. With a slick hand he gave it a stroke and with the index finger of his other hand encountered little resistance as he slowly inserted it into his lover's body.
"Oh, da," Viktor moaned as Greg's hand stroked him, finger probed within him and lips found his sac. Greg slowly drew Viktor's left testicle into his mouth. Much as he might like to, Viktor's nuts were just too big to fit both into his mouth at the same time, though neither of them ever tired of Greg's trying.
"Huh," Viktor let his eyes roll back in his head as the sensual tongue encircled the stone contained within his lover's mouth. The slow, slick fingers that stroked him was nearly as maddening as when he had been trapped within his jock. Viktor was at once conflicted with the desire to destroy that jock and never put it on again, and the thrill of seeing how turned on Greg was when he saw him in it. And then Greg's probing finger found his prostate. Greg knew it not only by feel, but by the sudden gasp his big, strong lover sucked in through clenched teeth.
"Grigor, nachukam. Nachukam mi!" Viktor pleaded. "It so long," he added in English.
Greg slowly and gently let the nut slip out of his mouth. "Very soon now," he spoke against Viktor's smooth sac. Greg added a second finger to slowly and gently stretch his lover further as he sucked Viktor's right testicle into his mouth. There was no way Greg could have just given attention to one. He was an equal opportunity ball sucker. And he could have held Viktor's nuts in his mouth all day. Were it not for the distraction of that mouth watering cock. From this vantage point Greg had an excellent view. He could see the big dick flex in his hand. Greg just held it gently in his fingers and rubbed his oil slick thumb up and down Viktor's frenulum. He let the second testicle slip gently out of his mouth and trailed his tongue up Viktor's sac, onto the throbbing cock and up the sensitive cum tube to his lover's weeping slit.
"Mmm," Greg tasted Viktor's clear sap.
"Slunchitze, molya nachukam mi," Viktor moaned with closed eyes. Greg was not sure that Viktor even realized that he had spoken that last sentence to his English speaking lover entirely in Bulgarian. Fortunately Greg knew 'please fuck me' when he heard it, as this was by no means the first time, and would certainly not be the last.
"I shall, my big Bulgarian stud, just right now," with a soft kiss on Viktor's frenulum, Greg pulled his fingers out of the stronger man's ass. He straightened up on his knees and picked up the bottle of oil. And then Greg noticed that he was himself dripping. "See what you do?" Greg took hold of his hardness. He saw Viktor open his eyes and watched them fill with lust. "Like this would you?" Greg crawled up the bed to kneel by Viktor's head, just as he had last night. "Here we are. All for you," Greg inserted his penis into his lover's only too willing mouth.
"Hmm," Viktor loved the taste of his lover's precum. He moved his tongue around the big head in his mouth. "Umm," he repeated as Greg gave himself a stroke and more oozed onto his tongue.
"Now I want that arse," Greg pulled himself from Viktor's mouth and moved down into position. He poured oil into his hands and rubbed them together. Greg slicked his mast with one hand and pressed his oily fingers into Viktor's body to lubricate him inside as well. Greg's entire body nearly quivered in anticipation. Here at last was the moment he had so craved since even before Viktor left for training camp. Viktor took the pillow from beneath his head and handed it to Greg. Greg didn't need to ask why. He slipped it beneath the small of Viktor's back as the the bottom lifted his hips.
"Take me," Viktor said simply. His eyes were filled with such love and need that Greg could have never refused.
"You do not know how badly I want this beautiful, hard, round, and all mine, arse," Greg moved up between Viktor's legs and placed himself at his lover's opening.
"Show me," Viktor bid.
"Oh my God," Greg closed his eyes as he rubbed the oiled up head of his dick up and down over Viktor's slick hole. Greg stopped teasing them both and just held tip of his penis firmly against Viktor's bud.
"Da," Viktor encouraged. His own cock was so hard that it did not lay on his fury abdomen, but throbbed over him. Then Greg, ever so slowly, pressed forward. The Brit was desperate to be inside his partner, but was loathe to do anything that might hurt Viktor. He watched Viktor's back arch as the the ring of muscle stretched to accommodate his girth. They both made a loud gasp as the head of Greg's cock finally slipped inside Viktor.
"Grigor, so big!" Viktor cried as he was stretched to his limit. Greg paused a long moment and just held still to give them both time to catch their breath. He leaned over Viktor as he slowly slid himself, inch by inch into his lover's body.
"Da! Fill me!" Viktor pleaded. Greg put his hands on Viktor's hard pecs as he shifted himself forward. He watched Viktor throw his head back
"Guh!" Viktor arched his back with his arms stretched out to his sides and head thrown back as his lover buried his bone inside him.
"Hoh!" Greg indulged himself in the luxury of being fully seated inside his lover's body for a long, throbbing moment. Taking Viktor Krum's ass was, quite simply, the most incredible experience each and every time.
"Grigor, I yours," Viktor put a hand to Greg's face. "I yours."
"And I'm only yours, Vik," Greg laid down fully on Viktor's chest. "I love you so much," he expressed as they opened their mouths to each other. Viktor responded fully, but without words, as he grabbed Greg's head in both hands and devoured his top's mouth. Greg could feel and taste his lover's hunger as Viktor lay beneath him, fully impaled on his spike. Viktor held fast to Greg's head as he tried valiantly to stick his tongue as far down Greg's throat as he possibly could. Both men moaned into each other's mouths. For Viktor, every time Greg took him was like the first. No man had ever made him feel like Gregory Goyle did. Greg's cock, and body, and mind, and soul, all fit him just exactly right. Viktor was never more sure that this man was his perfect and complete life mate, as when they were joined like this.
And then Greg began to move. It was only slight, but he pulled his hips back an inch and sank back in.
"Gmph!" Viktor pulled at Greg's head harder as the big, fat cock moved against and pressed upon his prostate. He felt Greg's tongue slide along his own, and he would have pulled Greg's whole head down his throat at that moment if he were able. Greg began a slow, deep rhythm.
Viktor let go of his lover's head as he broke their kiss. "Da, Grigor. Fuck!" Viktor threw his arms out and head back again. Greg took a deep breath in a vain attempt to steady himself. This just felt too damn good. He knew there was no way either of them would last long. Greg closed his eyes and let his mouth drop open as he continued his slow, deep fuck.
"Grigor," Viktor took hold of Greg's shoulders. He lifted his head off the mattress as they looked into each other's eyes. "Grigor, fuck hard," Viktor pleaded with wild eyes. Greg only nodded dumbly as he picked up the pace. He drew more than half way out each time and sank back in fully.
"Hoh-oh," Viktor let his head drop back as his lover began to truly top him.
"Vik," Greg felt the muscles of his legs already begin to disobey him. "I'm not going to be able to last like this. You just feel too bloody good," Greg shook his head.
"Just fuck, Grigor, my slunchitze. Take me. I yours," Viktor tossed his head from side to side as his Brit thrust into him. The thick post filled Viktor's aching ass and massaged his prostate the way no other man ever could. In that moment Viktor wondered how he could have gone so long. He should have meet Greg at the curb when he arrived in Austria and dragged him straight to their room, the match that day be damned. "No stop, Grigor. Just fuck," Viktor bid again. "No ever stop."
"Ugh," Greg closed his eyes as he attempted to concentrate. His thrusts became erratic as he neared the precipice. If it were possible, his rod grew even harder. "Oh God, Vik," Greg's entire body began to tremble. He tried hard to keep his thrusts even as he pounded into his incredibly hot footballer's ass. "I need to slow down."
"Ne! Fuck hard, Grigor! Fuck. No stop!" Viktor was desperate for Greg to take him.
"Vik, Jesus," Greg squeezed his eyes shut. He was unable to maintain an even pace. "I'm gonna come so hard!"
"Come! Fuck!" Viktor cried. Greg tried very hard to hold out as he teetered on the edge of orgasm He looked down on the exceptionally hot body of his lover beneath him. A great pool of precum lay beneath the throbbing head of Viktor's cock. Greg leaned on Viktor's pec with one hand and smeared the other in the pool of slick ooze on Viktor's abdomen. He then wrapped that hand around Viktor's quivering organ and gave it a long, slick stroke. Greg learned immediately that he should not have done that. He had miscalculated how close Viktor was himself. The Bulgarian bottom's eyes went wide as he sucked a stricken gasp.
"Ne!" Viktor cried. He grabbed Greg's hand and just held it firmly still on him. That Viktor was so close, the affect he was clearly having on his hot footballer's body, and the feel of the steel hard, throbbing dick in his hand, turned Greg on the more and catapulted him over the edge.
"Vik! Nuh!" Greg shuddered as his muscles rebelled against him. "Hnnnnn!" Greg gave the whine that was music to Viktor's ears as he blew out deep inside his lover's body.
"Da! Come!" Viktor encouraged. He was so close himself that the pulse of Greg's cannon against his battered prostate was too much. Viktor tossed his head back as his whole body went as rigid as his cock. "Ungh!" he cried as he erupted in their hands. Greg had barely the wit to realize, as he unloaded inside Viktor, that the big Bulgarian weapon in his hand went off.
"Ungh!" Viktor moaned as his cum blasted up onto his chest.
"Huh!" Greg echoed as his own bone matched the one in his hand pulse for pulse. Squirt after squirt shot out onto Viktor as he held his hand around the hand that held his cock. Neither man could remember ever having come so hard. It was an orgasm that they both felt in their very soul. Viktor's body grew limp, save his penis, as his essence ceased to gush, but just steadily flowed from him onto his already drenched stomach. Greg panted heavily as the last of his strength gave out.
"Hoh," Greg leaned down and rested his forehead on Viktor's right pec. Viktor let his arms drop to his sides, but Greg still held his yet hard prick. Greg's equally rigid bone lay fully buried in Viktor's ass. Once Greg had sufficiently recovered enough of his wit and control over his muscles, he moved himself with slow, gentle thrusts within Viktor.
"Ugh," Viktor let his eyes roll back in his head as more semen oozed from his hose.
"I know," Greg agreed as his own organ did the same up Viktor's ass. Greg let his meat marinate in his own juices within his lover's body for a few minutes while they both caught their breath.
"Oh, Slunchitze, you so good," Viktor endorsed as Greg slowly pulled the fat post out of his ass. Greg let himself fall over onto his back beside Viktor.
"Well, just look what I have to work with. How could any man not be inspired to make brilliant love to someone like you?" Greg asked as he ran a hand over Viktor's chest and into the cummy valley between his pecs.
"I no care any other man. Just you," Viktor looked into his partner's cocoa eyes and let the back of his hand come to rest on the side of Greg's face.
"We belong to each other, Vik. I love you so much," Greg expressed.
"Tay obicham, my Grigor. You not know how bad I need that," Viktor stated.
"I'm quite sure that I do," Greg countered. Viktor smiled. He ran a finger through the cooling mass of cum on his abdomen and then stuck it in Greg's mouth.
"Mmm," Greg closed his eyes and sucked on the cummy finger. Greg lay there most contentedly while Viktor fed him drops of his cream. Viktor dipped his finger and put it in Greg's mouth several times before Greg sat up.
"I prefer it from the source, actually," Greg leaned over Viktor and took the big Bulgarian snake, that had shown only a hint of softening, in his mouth.
"Oh, da," Viktor sighed as his lover gently sucked on him. Greg relinquished the again fully hard cock only to lap at the milky pools of liquefying nectar on Viktor's torso.
"Mmm," Viktor moaned softly as Greg licked his abdomen, stomach and chest.
"I very thirsty now. You?" Viktor asked.
"All I want to drink is you," Greg commented. "And you're quite delicious, did I mention?"
"Come to kitchen," Viktor sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He paused for a brief moment, willing his gelatinous muscles to obey him.
"We'll just go down naked?" Greg sat up as Viktor stood.
"Da, we go naked," Viktor smiled and held out a hand to his partner.
"I'm all for that, then," Greg took the offered hand and Viktor led him out of the bedroom. As soon as they reached the top of the stairs Greg remembered that he needed his phone. "Oh, let me get my mobile," he let go of Viktor's hand and turned back to the bedroom. Greg found his cell on the dresser and bent to find the paperwork from the wine shop in their carry on bag.
"What that?" Viktor asked when Greg returned to the hallway.
"I just needed the wine shop's number. We did say we were to do a little shopping," Greg smiled. He dialed the number as he followed Viktor down the stairs and into the kitchen. Greg had no idea what the man said when he answered the phone in Bulgarian.
"Oh, good morning. I wonder if I might speak to Clarissa, please," Greg asked. His answer came in the form of a thunk as the phone at the other end was set none too lightly on the counter. "I guess that's a yes," Greg gave a shrug and watched Viktor extract a big glass bottle of mineral water from the fridge. Viktor unscrewed the cap and drank from the bottle.
"Damn," Greg very much admired the sight of his muscular, naked Gunner gulping from the upturned bottle. Neither of them were still hard, but both hung heavily after their morning work out.
"Good morning, it's Clarissa," her pleasant voice came on the phone.
"Oh, Clarissa. A very good morning to you. It's Greg Goyle. I don't know if you remember us," Greg greeted.
"Hello, Greg. Yes, I remember you. You had two darling little girls with you and a lovely selection of three very handsome Bulgarian boys as I do recall," Clarissa stated.
"That's us," Greg laughed.
"What can I do for you this fine morning, Greg?" Clarissa asked.
"I wonder if you could send your lad round with another case of wine. You still have my credit card number, right?" Greg asked. Viktor took hold of Greg's half hard cock and fondled him gently as he spoke on the phone. Greg smiled and rubbed his partner's strong arm.
"I would be happy to do that. I have your paperwork right here handy. Same order as last time? Three of each, yeah?" Clarissa asked.
"Not just quite. My sister-in-law was rather taken with the cabernet, so let's make it six of the cabernet, four of the Traminer and two of the rosé," Greg clarified.
"Got it. I shall have it round a bit later this morning," Clarissa assured.
"Lovely. Thanks ever so, Clarissa," Greg expressed.
"Thank you for your business, Greg. Cheers," Clarissa was grateful.
"Cheers. There. Shopping's all done," Greg hung up the phone and set it down. "Mmm," he was able to focus on his lover's hand on him. "You're going to make me hard again."
"I want hard again," Viktor smiled. He handed Greg the water and continued to stroke the thickening British bone while his lover drank. "You think I get enough upstairs?"
Greg finished drinking and lowered the bottle. "No?"
"No ever," Viktor shook his head. He took the bottle from Greg and set it down on the counter. Viktor then took Greg by the arm and marched him out of the kitchen.
"Were are we going?" Greg asked.
"Here," Viktor pushed Greg to make him sit on the sofa. "Slouch down. Sit on edge," Viktor commanded.
"Like this?" Greg did so.
"Da, just like that," Viktor knelt on the floor between Greg's legs and ran his hands up his lover's thighs. The thick cock stood at attention for him. Greg smiled down on his partner as Viktor wrapped a hand around his post. Viktor just watched himself slowly stroke the fat bone as Greg's foreskin rolled up onto his head and back down.
"That feels good, Vik," Greg apprised.
"I make feel even better," Viktor leaned in and planted a wet kiss on each of his lover's testicles. He ran his tongue over and around them.
"Mmm," Greg closed his eyes as Viktor lapped at his sac. Viktor supported each heavy stone on his tongue before he licked beneath Greg's scrotum. Greg saw the desire in Viktor's eyes as he just gazed at the thick post he slowly jacked. Viktor opened his hand and just held the hard cock in his palm as he ran his tongue up Greg's cum tube to his sticky tip.
"Umm," Greg watched Viktor run a his tongue through his slit.
"Grigor taste so good," Viktor murmured and slipped his lips over the tip of Greg's phallus. Greg closed his eyes and enjoyed his lover's gentle teasing lip work on his head. Viktor let his tongue massage his partner's frenulum as he ran his hands up Greg's body.
"Suck, Vik. Take it all," Greg bid as his partner massaged his pecs. Viktor took only Greg's head in his mouth as he snaked his tongue down the fat dick's sensitive cum tube. He rubbed his thumbs over Greg's nipples, wanting to lick and suck those nipples, but entirely unwilling to give up the cock he so loved. They looked into each other's eyes as Greg rubbed Viktor's arms and shoulders, and Viktor moved his tongue on Greg's bone. Viktor broke that eye contact as he went down finally on Greg.
"Ugh," Greg closed his eyes as his lover's mouth encased him. Viktor gave short, deep sucks on Greg's spike. He loved the way his lover's thick organ stretched his lips.
"Yeah, just like that, Vik," Greg ran his hands over the short cropped hair on Viktor's head as his partner sucked him deeply. Viktor pulled his mouth up Greg's pole, ever so slowly. He took hold of it with one hand as his lips slipped off the end.
"I love suck you after you fuck me," Viktor confessed.
"Happy to oblige, Mr. Krum," Greg smiled and put a hand to the side of Viktor's face. Viktor said no more, but climbed up onto the sofa over Greg until he was squatting on the edge of the sofa over his lover. He held Greg's erection and placed it at his opening.
"What are you doing?" Greg did not expect this. He felt the head of his cock rub in his own juices that had leaked out of Viktor.
"Do I make you think I get enough of you?" Viktor asked as he carefully lowered himself onto the British post.
"You want me inside you again, so so-oon?" Greg's voice faltered as his length slid inside his lover's body. Viktor was well lubricated, not the least of which by his own cum, but still quite snug.
"Huh-uh," Greg let his eyes roll back in his head. Viktor's ass came to rest on his pelvis even as the big Bulgarian balls came to rest in his trimmed pubes and the heavy organ flopped onto his smooth abdomen.
"Da," Viktor spoke with a heavy sigh. With his remarkably strong footballer's thighs he lifted himself up some and sank back down on Greg's spike.
"Oh, Vik," Greg tried to dig his fingers into the rock solid thighs as Viktor began to fuck himself on his pole. Greg stretched his body out as best he could. The relaxation of his muscles was in direct opposition to the tension building in his cock by the exquisite embrace of his lover's ass. This was not the first time Viktor had fucked himself on Greg's prone, but solidly erect form. It was, however, the first time on someone else's sofa. Viktor took hold of his own hard crank and began to stroke himself.
"No, no. That's mine. I'll do that," Greg pulled Viktor's hand away and replaced it with his own. He took up masturbating his partner in the same rhythm that Viktor raised and lowered himself on the fat dick in his ass. Greg watched the foreskin roll up onto the head of the big, Bulgarian snake as he wanked his hot lover and desperately wanted to stick his tongue inside it. Viktor was as turned on by the hand on his cock and the thicker bone that massaged his prostate while it stretched his hole again, as Greg was by the beautiful hard cock in his hand and the incredible sensation of his lover's ass. Greg stretched his neck forward and licked the leaking head of Viktor's penis. Viktor gave a gasp at the unexpected additional sensation as his lover's tongue washed over his hard snake's weeping eye.
"Ne!" Viktor pushed Greg down against the sofa with a forearm across his collarbone. "Wank only."
"But I want to make you feel as good as you're making me. I want you in my mouth so very badly," Greg protested. He was powerless to resist the much stronger man.
"You make feel so good, Slunchitze," Viktor continued to bounce on Greg's solid mast. "You wank and suck I come again too fast," he explained. Greg watched Viktor close his eyes and let his head drop back, losing himself in the movement of the staff in his ass and the hand on his own cock.
"Ugh," Viktor moaned. "I want keep you inside me all day. You feel so good, my Grigor."
"As if I could hold out for long inside your hot arse," Greg ran his free hand up his lover's muscular body to grip his right pec. Viktor flexed for him as he continued to ride his thick staff.
"Mmm," Greg dug his fingers into the hard muscle. He pinched Viktor's nipple. Viktor wanted more of that. He leaned forward over Greg to give him access to his chest. Greg did not hesitate to latch onto Viktor's right nipple with his lips. He ran his tongue around and over it as he gently suckled on the nipple. And then he got aggressive.
"Hoh!" Viktor felt Greg's teeth nip at him. He flexed his pecs again and tried to press his chest into Greg's face while being very careful not to lift up and let the thick British mast slip out of him. This only encouraged Greg to nip a little harder. Viktor put a hand to the back of Greg's head and held him firmly onto his nipple. They both liked this, but with Viktor leaning down over Greg in this manner his big bone was trapped between them, still in Greg's fist. Viktor sat up as he focused on riding the fat rod inside him. Greg immediately took up stroking his lover's hardness again. He used his free hand to cup the big Bulgarian eggs. Greg massaged the heavy stones in their smooth sac.
"You are so bloody sexy," Greg admired. It was difficult to tear his gaze away from the fantastic cock in his hand to let his eyes drink in all of the Gunner who bounced on his pole.
Viktor put a hand to Greg's face. "You," he said simply. Viktor leaned back and put his hands on Greg's knees for support. In this position Greg's prick rubbed more directly against his prostate. "Ugh-huh," Viktor tossed his head back.
"Oh, God, Vik, don't go faster!" Greg pleaded as Viktor picked up the pace. Greg increased the speed with which he pulled on Viktor's crank as Viktor rode his thick mast faster.
"Da, faster. Feel so good," Viktor moaned to the ceiling.
"Bloody good! I won't hold out!" Greg warned.
"Just fuck," Viktor chanted his mantra. "Just fuck."
Greg's attention was brought back to the hard meat in his hand as he felt the wetness on his thumb. Viktor was leaking profusely. His precum was caught up in his foreskin and began to run down his shaft. Greg moved his thumb up over the wet, slippery head and back down. He used his precum coated thumb to massage his lover's frenulum while he jacked the big dick.
"Ugh, ne!" Viktor gasped and looked down on Greg's hand. But Greg didn't stop there. He thrust his hips to drive his spear up into Viktor's body.
"Hoh," Greg closed his eyes as he began to fuck his hot lover in earnest.
"Grigor!" Viktor pleaded. His control of their coupling had been suddenly wrested away from him. He tried to steady himself with his feet on the sofa and hands on Greg's knees as the powerful weapon began to pound up into him. At the same time the tight hand pulled at his throbbing cock while the slick, massaging thumb never left his frenulum.
"Oh, Vik!" Greg held both the rock hard bone and the tightening nuts in a firm grip as he thrust hard and fast inside his lover's body. Viktor began to tremble even as Greg's thrusts grew erratic. Greg tugged on Viktor's nuts and that was all the more it took.
"Geh! Ungh!" Viktor roared as his cum shot from his weapon. Greg was hit powerfully on the side of his face and even as he teetered on the brink himself, had to have more. Greg leaned forward as best he could and wrapped his lips around Viktor's head just as another forceful blast came forth. Greg was only more turned on by the feel and taste of Viktor's semen as it spurted onto his tongue. He stopped thrusting into Viktor, but as it turned out, he didn't need to. Viktor's internal convulsions as he rode his orgasm only served to squeeze and pull at the fully buried spike within him.
"Hoh!" Viktor cried as he continued to squirt off into his lover's mouth. He tried to hold himself steady on his hands and feet as his entire body shuddered.
"Hmph! Mmph!" Greg whimpered and gurgled around the gushing head of the big Bulgarian weapon as he lost it deep inside Viktor for the second time that morning.
"Ungh!" Viktor felt the iron hard post within him pulse against his prostate which only caused more jizz to spray into Greg's gulping mouth. Greg tried to hold still as he erupted deep in his lover's hole and drank from Viktor's pulsing hose. Greg stroked Viktor to milk all he had into his mouth as his lover's orgasm diminished. Greg accomplished the same thing for himself as he gave slow, deep thrusts inside Viktor. From sheer exhaustion Greg let the head of the big Bulgarian penis slip out of his mouth as he fell back against the sofa. Viktor leaned forward and let himself go completely limp as he laid atop his lover. Greg summoned the strength to wrap his arms around his lover's strong, sweaty back as they lay panting together. After a long moment of relaxing in their post coital bliss, Greg moved a hand to the back of Viktor's head and just massaged his scalp with gentle fingers.
"Could my life get any more perfect?" Greg mused aloud.
"Mine too," Viktor sighed. "You best lover, my Grigor," Viktor managed to move a hand to the side of Greg's face.
"The lust you inspire knows no bounds, Viktor Krum," Greg stated. Viktor slowly sat up, and then equally slowly pulled himself up off the still hard bone. As if the British spike were all that held him up, as soon as Greg slipped out of Viktor's well used hole, the big, strong footballer collapsed in a heap backwards onto the floor.
"Oh! Viktor, are you alright?" Greg leaned up on his elbows.
"You fuck me limp," Viktor gave a dreamy smile. Greg just chuckled.
"Glad to be of service, sir," Greg let himself lay back against the sofa again as he relaxed as well. The room was quiet for a few minutes save for the sound of two very sated men catching their breath. Until the knock came at the door. Only then did they both realize that at the periphery of their awareness they had heard the tiny, rattletrap truck from the wine shop groan to a halt in the street right outside.
"I get," Viktor tried to sit up. "Relax. I get," with great effort he finally managed to climb to his feet. He took a throw from the arm of the nearest chair, wrapped it around himself and cinched it like it was a big towel. Viktor pulled a needlework quilt from the back of the sofa and draped it over the lower half of his naked partner.
"Are you going to answer the door like that?" Greg asked and watched Viktor do so. Viktor said something in Bulgarian and gestured into the room as he stepped back from the door. The skinny, long haired delivery kid from the wine shop carried the case of wine into the living room and set it down. On a clipboard on top of the case was the order and credit card slip. The kid, who looked to be no more than fourteen, picked up his clipboard and looked from Viktor to Greg and back. The look of admiration on his face gave way to puzzlement and then shock as he got it. Even apart from their condition, the scent of sex was thick in the air. There was no way anyone would not have known what they had been doing. Viktor spoke again and gestured to Greg. The young man handed Greg the clipboard and pen for him to sign the slip. Then he dropped the customer copies on the sofa and dashed out of the house.
Greg chuckled. "I think that boy's eyes have been opened about a certain sports hero."
"I think ask him join us, but," Viktor gave a shrug, "he too young."
"Oh, just a little," Greg laughed. Viktor shut the door as the ancient truck roared away up the street. He pulled the throw from around himself and tossed it in the nearest chair. Viktor bent down slightly, moved one leg out and held his sex aside as he checked between his legs.
"You run down my leg," Viktor announced.
"I think perhaps a shower," Greg threw his cover off and rose from the sofa. "Good gracious, what a workout. I think I might like to lay down after we shower," he put his arm around his lover's waist as they headed for the stairs.
"Da," Viktor agreed and pulled his partner closer. "I want snuggle with you now."
"Sounds good to me, Vik," Greg paused to let his partner head up the stairs first. Viktor took Greg's hand and led him up to the second floor.