IN THE KITCKEN
By Brilane behk@m4.sprynet.com
Reaching for the door knob, "I have everything? Ya, Best blue pinstripe suit, new white shirt, Harvard tie and shoes shined. "With just enough time to get to the plane for Boston, I look about the kitchen and then....
"How about a good-bye kiss, buddy,"
I turn and you are standing there in nothing but your jockstrap. You are nice, but I'm rushing so I step up to give you a quick kiss. You reach around with your left arm placing the hand between my shoulder blades, pulling me tightly into your six two frame. Pressing your lips tight to mine, you starts to slowly brush the tongue across my lips forcing them to separate and allowing it to enter. Slowly washing my tongue and teeth with it and rocking your head back and forth the kiss take on one of deep passion as you pull me deeper into your arm. With my arms wrapped around you, I dig into your back fully enjoying the kiss. My mind swirls to the previous night. "This man is both tender, soft and wild with lust, that the whole encounter of the night left me drained, and sore by morning, completely full of both sexual satisfaction and a deeper love for him."
Alas thought I begin to come back to the kitchen which we are now in and realize that I have a plane to catch. Bringing my left arm up between us I brush your hair covered pecs and feel the nipples and they are slightly firm to the touch of the back hand as it slides along them. As I push back, you raises your lips off mine.
"Dan, the plane remember?"
"Yes" The voice is low and you pull me back into you much harder and tighter. Left hand holding me like vice grip. You start nibbling and kissing my cheek up to my ear, then back down to my mouth. This time I don't open it and you press so hard my neck starts to hurt so I open the lips and feel your tongue enter. I feel you right hand pull the zipper of the slacks down. It cups the front of my briefs and starts a squeezing movement. Then you move the hand from my briefs and slide under my coat and start to pull the shirt tail out of the slacks.
I pull as hard as I can away from your face, "Damn it, Dan, let me go." I startle you with the harshness of my voice. You relax the grip and I straighten up a little.
"You know I have to go?" I say.
"No" is all you say.
"Well, I have to."
"No" is all you say.
I start to move and all of a sudden I feel two hands slap against my chest, grabbing the coats lapels and feel myself fall SLAP hard on my back on the kitchen floor. As quickly I feel you land on my chest, your knees pressing down on each shoulder, feet locking my lower thighs slightly spreading my knees. I am pinned good on the floor. After shaking the daze out of my head I open my eyes. All I see it the jockstraps pouch inches from my lips. I raise my gaze up along you torso to you face, you are just looking down with a slight smile to your lips.
"Daniel, let me the fuck off the floor" now I am getting pissed off,
"No."
"Fuck you, let me up, please, " I try to move but your bulk has me pinned good.
"Now, buddy, be a good boy" you say as you start running the index finger of your right hand along my chin. Your left hand starts brushing my hair in that ever so tender fashion. I try to take a small bite at the finger passing a long my lips, you move it quickly.
"Brian! Naughty, naughty, naughty."
The hand on my head takes a large clasp of my hair, "Lick it," you say as you pull my face into the pouch containing your manhood. The aroma of sweat, slightly laced with urine permeate my nostrils. Guiding my face back and forth across the pouch its contents starts to stir. "That gym, every time he comes back from there he has a hardon" I hate that place.
"Lick it, Bri " you say as you increase the pace of my faces movement across the jock.
All of a sudden I sense, a cold wet feeling at the pouch of my briefs, " Oh! Fuck! The damn dog," Fido is licking my slacks and briefs. I can't move my feet to kick him away and I feel his tongue start lick the insides of my thighs.
"I'll kill this bastard when I get off this floor." With as much force as I can I pull my head back, feeling the hair pain and manage to get a moan out. You relax the grip but do not completely let go and my head It falls back slightly.
"Dan, this has gone to far. Get Fido off me."
You look around to the dog and back at me.
"He likes you," you say with a smile. With your right hand you cup the expanded jock and massage yourself. "Now, Buddy, you going to cooperate now?"
"Let me up."
"Oh! Well, we do this the hard way, Bri." With that you pull the pouch out away from you body letting the cock and balls fall free inches from my face. You start running two fingers up and down the shaft and I can see the crown increasing in size. Looking only centimeters from my mouth I see the piss-slit starting to fill with pre-cum. I attempt to take a bit, but the left hand snaps my head back.
"I'll count to three, Dan." I say in my butchest voice.
"Brian, shut up." you say pulling my head forward locking my chin on my chest bone. then you start slapping the head of your dick along the bridge of my nose. I can see clearly the piss-slit as the drops of pre-cum appear and fall. You bring it up to my eyes and tap my brows and drop fall into my right eye, causing a stinging sensation. The tapping is increased to a more slapping mode and I see you sliding your hand up and down the shaft increasing the pace. I feel your body start to rock in rhythm with the hand.
Looking past the massive organ I can see your stomach muscle start to contract. I hear your voice moaning slightly in pleasure. My gaze returns to the crown and I feel your legs tighten, "Oh! no he's not.." Just then the slit opens and in slow motion I see the white cream form in it and then it hit my eye and I can't see now but feel you pull your body tight to my face as you unload your juices on my head. Panting hard you drop back on my chest.
"Buddy, that's great," you say as your relaxed body crushes fully into my chest. as let my head fall clear to the floor.
"Dan, I can't see. My arm hurts."
I feel you fingers wiping my eye clean. I first see the spent dick and the my sight travel up to you face. you're smiling.
"My arm." You slide your knee of my left shoulder and I start to wipe my forehead. then you slide of my other shoulder. ONE SHOT of my right hand connects with you jaw throwing you off me and I hear your body hit the refrigerator. On my knees I lunge at you but you stop me with you left arm.
"Brian, stop, "
I lean back on my knees. " Dan, look at me, I am a mess.
"Sorry Bri, I just thought we'd have some fun."
"Fun! Dan, these fantasies are getting a little rough." I stand "You suck, Daniel, and what are you looking at, dog, you're no better."
With that I walk out of the room to the bath. Slam the door, lock it and turn to the mirror.
My head is soaked with his cum, it's running down from my forehead dropping off my chin onto my tie and shirt. Taking my left hand I wipe my hair and face. Looking down, my slacks are soaked. My right hand pulls the waist of the briefs and I reach in with my left and wipe it. Raising my hand up to my face I lick the fingers. "Oh! how I love our cum."
"Stop smiling, it might have been the dog..."
THE END