A love story by a guest author
Tigre sat staring out the window of his apartment, slowly strumming his guitar. It was a dark and quiet night, aside from the sad Spanish tune that he was playing. Suddenly, the handle of the front door turned. Dylan stumbled into the room, losing his balance and falling against the wall. Since Dylan was a doctor, he spent long days at work, and Tigre would wait patiently at home. "Que is going on, bonito?" said Tigre, not knowing how intoxicated Dylan was. Dylan mumbled something illegible as Tigre walked over to support him. As he put his arm around Dylan to move him off the wall, Dylan gingerly placed his hand on Tigre's chest. Dylan looked Tigre in the eyes, and the two boys stared at each other in silence. They were unable to speak as they were both entranced by the gaze of the others' pearly marbles. Tigre was so mesmerized that it didn't register that Dylan had moved closer to his face. When he came to his senses, their lips were already touching. Dylan's lips felt soft with a slight taste of alcohol. "He's been drinking again," Tigre thought to himself in Spanish, but he did not care as he had been waiting all night for his lover's return. He ran his fingers through his soft, voluptuous hair as Dylan put his arm around Tigre's waist, pulling their bodies closer. Dylan's hand moved down towards Tigre's butt, giving it a bit of a squeeze. "Jajajaja", Tigre giggled as he also moved his hand down to the front of Dylan's pants, where he could feel a sizable bulge. He gave it a nice caress, to which Dylan responded with soft kisses on Tigre's neck. As he felt the bulge grow hard, Tigre unzipped Dylan's pants, revealing his erect Panamanian cock.
Tigre began with soft strokes, taking pleasure from the quiet moans that Dylan was making. Getting onto both knees, Tigre leveled his face with Dylan's chiseled crotch. Tigre stuck his tongue out and licked his peen from the base to the tip like a long popsicle, getting it nice and slobbery. Next, he slipped the penis into his moist mouth, wrapping his lips around it. He began to suck, bobbing his head up and down rhythmically (60 bpm). Despite the large size of Tigre's mouth, he could only fit half of Dylan's monster cock. Fortunately, he had already prepared for this. Dylan was too drunk to notice, but Tigre had already prepared a large Valencia orange with a hole in the middle. He put Dylan's dick in the fruit and continued to suck as he moved the orange up and down.
"Oh my goodness gracious!" Dylan exclaimed as Tigre sucked, savouring the taste of skin and orange. It's a good thing he learned the grapefruit technique from his kind discord friends, as Dylan seemed to really enjoy the feeling. After a while, he took the orange off the dick and began sucking the tip and stroking the shaft with his hands, but Dylan had other plants. He grabbed Tigre by the hair and pressed his head down so he could take the full length of his hot throbbing cock down his throat. He held this position for a few seconds before letting Tigre come back up, grasping for air yet craving it again. They repeated this motion a few times before Dylan came, filling the Spanish man's throat with slightly citrusy cum. Tigre swallowed and proudly showed Dylan his empty mouth, and Dylan decided that this deserved a reward.
Dylan grabbed Tigre's hand and led him over to the kitchen, where Dylan leaned over the counter and spread his cute little man hole wide open for him. No words had to be said between the two Spanish speakers for Dylan to express what he wanted, and Tigre complied. Tigre gave the manhole a nice sloppy lick n spit, and he slid his Spanish cock into the Panama canal. Back and forth he thrust his torso, occasionally spitting to minimize the frictional force (f = 𝜇N) that was occurring between his foreskin and Dylan's butthole. "Ahh fuck yes ✊😖💕," Dylan moaned as Tigre banged him from behind. His penis fit snugly into Dylan's butthole, as if they were made for each other. He caressed Dylan, running his hands up and down his back.
"Go deeper, FAGGOT," Dylan breathed in Spanish. Tigre did not hesitate. He grabbed hold of Dylan's shoulders and leaned over his body. He pulled his pp out until just the tip was left in the crevice, and he thrust his peener into Dylan's anus at full force. The clapping sound that was produced from Tigre's crotch slamming into Dylan's plump buttcheeks was so loud it could have created a sonic boom. Tigre continued this motion, leaning down to kiss the back of Dylan's neck as he gave off the most guttural Spanish moans. Dylan, between his raspy breaths, muttered "Oh, you said it's declined? Huh? You said it was declined? Alright, shit. Well, let's try my MasterCard, bro. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got money on my MasterCard for sure 😖."
"Yes baby," Tigre whispered as he savoured the feeling of Dylan's tight anus gripping his peen. "Awooga! Erm…looks like someone was expecting a backdoor visitor tonight, huh?" Tigre thrust faster and harder, and he felt an overwhelming warm and tingly sensation.
"C." "What?" "c." What did Dylan mean by that? An inquisitive expression settled over Tigre's face. Dylan once again blabbered, "I can't even lie to you. Like, I know you see me on YouTube and shit. Like Ooh-ooh, like, I'm famous, like, you think I'm famous. Or, like, I'm, like, better than everyone, but…" Was Dylan mentally retarded? This is open to interpretation to this very day.
Tigre didn't have time to think about the answer, since he was about to Ejaculate. And Tigre was quite the launcher! There was a reason why they called him the 100 Meter Maestro. It was like throwing a rope for him. Sheer power.
"You wetback bastard. Cum inside me," Dylan moaned. Tigre was slightly disappointed he could not show off his projectile cumming, but there was always next time.
"¡Ay, caramba!" Tigre exclaimed as he filled Dylan's anus with his white Spanish cream. He pulled his pp out slowly, watching as his cream leaked out of the hole.
"Well, that was hot."
The two Spanish speaking boys looked over to see that Tigre was connected to vc with his video on, and Walle had been watching the whole time. How could they have been so careless? Though, a part of both Tigre and Dylan were swooning at the thought of another watching the two lovers taking part in such a passionate ballad.