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In Real Life
I recognized him immediately, even though several longhaired males got off this plane. Dez looked just like he described himself to me before he left for the airport yesterday - dark ponytail, green eyes, huge backpack; this time we were honest about our appearance. Elven armor and moving tattoos stayed in the virtual realm that brought us together, pictures were swapped and descriptions became specific. I spent last evening and a large portion of today staring at a small photo of a heavy-lidded youth, face half in shadow and thick lips gently twisting in a lazy smile; he resembled his online persona a little, but the portraits of Aentalos he uploaded were more animal than human.
Me? I played a troll, so lack of green skin was a given in real life, but most other features stayed intact. I sent Dez the pic from my driver's license, hoping he'd believe my eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and not from overindulgence in booze. Thankfully, he did... and was heading my way, weaving expertly through the crowd despite the bulk of his backpack. I straightened up and smiled.
"Hi, 'Talos... Dez."
His deep voice cracked slightly as he grinned at me and said, "Hey, ya big troll. How's things? Everyone else made it here already?"
"No, Thela, Selva and Liktorr are about halfway from their town... they'll be here in the evening. Most everyone's chilling at my place already, though. C'mon, you'll meet them."
We got into my car and drove through the rainy streets. Dez, stretched comfortably ("Good fucking heavens but it feels good to actually feel my legs again..."), listened as I talked about the other visitors. He muttered snarky, but good-natured comments when I reminisced about the quests and roleplay sessions we shared. I couldn't help noticing the way he sat up straight with a small smile on those lovely thick lips when I mentioned Decora, one of the ladies.
My heart broke just a little. Aentalos flirted indiscriminately with everyone that was willing to play along and I hoped the player would be the same, but Dez must've had a preference for the fairer sex. I sighed inwardly; luckily we were already drawing close to my place and I would get my mind off things when I could interact with more people. I pulled into the driveway, Dez hefted that humongous backpack with surprising ease and walked into my house to be greeted by shrieks and happy laughter of the assembled friends.
We all talked a lot and cuddled together. Three more people joined us later and were warmly welcomed. Stories, songs and jokes crossed in the air as everyone talked at once, mouth full of pizza and beer. Dez drank coffee, explaining that beer gives him massive hangovers. Resting his head on Decora's thigh he once again started muttering sarcastic comments, perfectly content with not being heard over the din. I watched him surreptitiously as he stood up, stretched to crack about every bone in his body and sat back down, lips twisting again in that little smile. His green eyes looked somehow vacant as he nodded to Decora's story. I saw him sway a little, catch his balance and blink in surprise; he shook his head, dark ponytail flailing, and sat up straight again. I glanced at the clock - my gods, it was obvious, he lived in a different timezone! Right now his body was telling him it was six hours later and he should be sleeping. I moved closer to him.
"Hey Dez, you tired?"
He was staring at the carpet; after a few seconds he blinked and looked at me with bloodshot eyes.
"Yeah... a bit."
That gorgeous deep voice was now flat and uninflected. I felt he'll keel over and go to sleep under the couch any minute now.
"Get up then, I'll show you to the bedroom." I jumped to my feet and grabbed his backpack before he could protest. That fucker was heavy! Dez slowly pulled himself up and took hold of the bag. I didn't protest much.
"Thanks for the wonderful evening, y'all, but I need to turn in for a few. See you guys in the morning.", he said with a tired smile. Waving, he turned to the stairs. I walked beside him, not assisting him, but alert in case he slipped. He followed me to the room next to mine.
"I'll get you some bedclothes... Mor and Tellan are taking the beds, so you'll have to sleep on the couch. Sorry."
"'Sokay, I don't need no bedclothes anyway." He pulled a bedroll and a sleeping bag out of his pack and knelt by the wall.
"Oh hell no... you're not sleeping on the floor, Dez! Not in my house. Get on that couch before I put you there."
He blinked slowly, obviously too tired to protest, and moved to the couch. I helped him unpack the sleeping bag and lower the armrests. He slowly pulled off his sweater, exposing a broad back clad in a black t-shirt. I stood close to him, surreptitiously breathing in the scent of male body unwashed in the last 20-something hours as he unbuttoned his jeans and stumbled trying to remove them. I caught him by the elbow.
"Thanks, man." That tired smile again, eyes unfocused and half-closed already, face going slack. I held his shoulder as he stepped out of the trousers, standing before me in loose shorts and that sweaty black tee. He was still smiling, muscles set in one expression. I took in his silhouette, certain that he wouldn't notice anything in that state, but suddenly he seemed to shake off the exhaustion.
"Sorry for leaving the party so early. Gimme a few hours of sleep and I won't go all melty on ya again." He yawned hugely, not fighting sleepiness anymore, and I moved closer. I didn't expect him to rest his head on my shoulder and lean on me, but that's what he did.
I gently guided him onto the couch, covering him with the sleeping bag. He was smiling again, eyes fully closed, and yet he managed to find my hand and hold it tight. I sat by him until his hand opened and released mine.
It was nearly noon. Everyone but Dez was up and eating breakfast down in the kitchen. I decided to check on him.
The bedroom was empty, but I heard water running in the bathroom. Incredibly arousing images of a naked long-haired muscular boy flashed before my eyes and in one moment of clarity I found the perfect plan. I knocked on the bathroom door. Dez shouted something over the sound of the water, but I knocked again, more insistent this time. The water was turned off and I heard footsteps. The door opened a crack.
"Sorry for interrupting you, but I just got up and I gotta piss or I'll burst. The girls have taken over the other bathroom. Help a guy out!", I implored. Dez grinned and let me in. Damn, he put on a towel and apparently was done showering. He started shaving. I tugged my jeans down and leaned over the toilet, trying to point my Dez-induced hardon down and force it to let some piss through. He watched me out of the corner of his eye, smiling slightly as he deftly manipulated a razor.
"Seems it won't give up so easily", he observed.
"You know how it is. Bad boys need beating", I replied nonchalantly, repeating one of Aentalos' trademark lines from the virtual realm.
"Apply the smackdown then!"
"What, here and now?"
He shrugged. "If you feel like it."
I started playing with myself, sliding my loose foreskin up and down the rigid shaft, rubbing the underside of the glans and flicking my thumb over the tip now and then. I closed my eyes and spread my legs, stabilizing myself with a hand against the wall as I slowly wanked. I heard the water run again and stop - Dez must've washed his face and was drying off now. I squeezed my prick and groaned quietly, imagining his minty-fresh mouth enveloping the head.
He was quiet. I assumed he enjoyed watching, so I sped up a little. Some rustling noises later I felt a warm body press against my back, knot of towel parting my ass cheeks. A hand grabbed my ball sac and started squeezing it gently, another found my stiff cock. I inhaled sharply and leaned back, tilting my head till it was resting on his shoulder. Dez jerked me off expertly, pinching the foreskin closed and pulling it back firmly, rolling my balls and scratching the shaft with delightful tiny strokes. I felt his lips on my ear, tongue slowly running around the lobe and entering the hole, two brief licks. He bit down gently and I moaned; waves of pleasure were washing over me as he rubbed my cock between his hands.
"Dez... soon..."
"I know, baby. Cum for me", he whispered, warm breath on my ear, warm chest beneath my back and warm hands skillfully handling my cock. My balls drew tighter to my body and I gasped; he moved one hand to my sac and squeezed it firmly.
Thick, hot jets ran up from the swollen glands and made their way through my prick. I knew he could feel them surging up my shaft as I shivered and shot a creamy load, eyes closed and legs shaking with every powerful blast speeding through my urethra. I bit back a loud moan and just shook mutely as my balls spilled their cargo. Dez was holding me up, still and immovable as he squeezd my prick and guided the shots into a waiting hand.
Finally my orgasm subsided. I kept my head on Dez's shoulder, my prick slowly softening as he let go of it and just held me up, his cum-filled hand at my mouth. I drank my cum and started licking his hand, but he pulled away. I heard small slurping noises by my ear and fought bravely to stay soft - now I really needed to piss. He seemed to remember that too; I felt his hand move back to my cock.
"Now piss for me, pet", he said. I moaned.
"Do you want me to get hard again and spoil your work?!", I muttered. He pinched my ass.
"You can get hard later. Now you're going to piss for me."
I had to oblige a request worded like that. Slowly I relaxed and felt hot piss rush through my cock, finding its way to the toilet bowl. Behind me Dez purred, a deep rumbling vibration emanating from his chest. He pressed that knotted towel hard against my ass crack and rubbed against me, squeezing my dick as last dribbles of pungent urine escaped my piss hole. I was getting hard again.
Dez pulled away. I saw his reflection in the mirror; he was grinning wickedly, but showed no intention of removing that towel.
"I'm starving... gotta get dressed, and see you downstairs."
He left me there dazed and wanting him even more.
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