By request, a sequel to Shooting Romeo. Unoriginally called Shooting Romeo II, but don't worry, the story's more original than the title. Enjoy, and thanks to all my fans :)
Shooting Romeo (2) By Williehewes@yahoo.com
I tried to reconstruct what had happened in his mind; what had gotten him so excited? The woman I suggested to him? Was it simply the exhibitionist pleasure of touching his private parts in front of a stranger? And why didn't I stop him? If the press heard what had happened here, if they saw the pictures... Why did I let him take such a risk? Perfect beauty, my ass. It was just my hormones talking again. I bit my lip in pain. I didn't even dare to think about what I had really wanted to do to my gentle Romeo. It was too long ago, after all that had happened I couldn't anymore...
When he came in again, his beauty shot through me like a flash of pain. I couldn't, I couldn't... I kept repeating those words while I walked in his direction. He had washed his hands, and apparently threw some water into his face as well. He didn't look like it had cleared his mind, though. He looked like his thoughts were miles away, dreaming, his eyes staring into mine now that I was very close. I tried to see in his eyes a sign of embarassment, apology, or even just a question, but they were completely sereen. He seemed to be waiting for me to speak, but I didn't know what to say.
His hair was wet around his face, it shone in the blue spotlights. It looked sexy, and a vague, incoherent thought about getting my camera passed through my head. It seemed his dreamstate was contagious. I saw a drop running across his forehead. In my thoughts, I could see myself kissing it away, tasting his hair. The drop stopped for a moment in his eyebrow, then dropped into his eye. He clipped his eyes down for a moment, then looked up again at me. Our eyes met, and for a moment I thought I could see a longing there. A vague questioning I had thought I'd seen before. Desire? On the soft fan of his eyelashes a tiny little drop of water remained. A perfectly round little globe, far to small to reflect any of the things going on around it. It didn't know I was going to, that I would lean in and kiss that little drop away. His skin was even softer than his eyelashes. I felt his eyeball move under the protective layer of his eyelid, then my lips moved downwards, to his cheek. My arm slipped around his waist, my hand found his naked chest. I fancied I could taste the tiny water-globe, but it was salt. I never opened my eyes, I didn't have to see him cry. I kissed his lips now, my mind vaguely murmering: well, why not give him what he needs for a moment...
His body had been frozen all this time, paralised with doubt, fear or surprise. Gently, I pressed myself against him, my tongue now trying to find his teeth. He didn't seem to breathe, or move, exept for his mouth, that carefully kissed back. My hand slided down his smooth skin, until my thumb brushed his nipple. That seemed to melt him in an instance. He started kissing with more passion, I felt his hands stroke my back, and now heared him breath fast through his nose.
I opened my eyes. His were still closed, and he continued kissing me, while I caressed the soft skin of his face with my eyes. I was kissing my perfect beauty, he passionately kissed back and stroked my butt. I myself was feeling terribly hot, but still my common sense would not leave me alone. I shouldn't have started this, but I didn't want to disappoint him. I would just give him a blowjob, I thought. That will calm him down, that will be all, there is no reason to get all hooked up with this hollywood hunk...
I was renowed for my blowjobs once, a couple of years ago. It seemed like decades. Would I still be that good? I led him to the low sofa that stood against the wall of my appartment. He sat down, and I knelt by him. I was startled by the look in his eyes, it wasn't just lust they were beeming, it was something deeper. Something I didn't dare to name. I ignored it, and turned my attention to his khaki jeans. He had already lost his shirt somewhere on our way here, and when I pulled down his jeans and his underwear his was naked. He sat back and pushed up his hips, presenting himself to me. He was as beautiful as I had imagined him to be while I watched that video. Straight, pointing upwards, not broad like some men's are, but long enough to give me the pleasure I need. I crawled between his legs and started licking the warm tip, feeling like a hungry kitten. For years, this had been my favourite place to be, my home, between a man's legs. Why had I denied myself that pleasure for so long? Why had I refused to do what I seemed to be made for? I trailed my tongue down the underside, now licking the root, letting the hairs tickle my cheek. He let out a moan and I stopped thinking. I took him in my mouth in an almost instinctive motion.
It felt so good I thought I would pass out. My tongue curled around his velvetine skin, my lips slided down to his hair. He was long enough to reach all the way to the back of my mouth and I moaned as he brushed the sensitive flesh of my throat. He was breathing heavily himself now, holding my hair with one hand, and using the other to press my nails deeper into his thigh. I was sucking hard, determined to get my sweet reward as soon as possible, and luckily, he didn't keep me waiting for long. Like before, he came almost without making a sound. But this time I was much closer. I was part of his orgasm, I could hear his blood rushing through his veins, the air stop in his throat. I counted the beats of his heart, felt the realease of his tension into my mouth, tasted his extacy on my tongue.
The moment I swallowed it, my mind came back to me like a cold shower. I remembered everything, the danger, how could I forget? Barry, the pain, the white plastered walls, hospital food... I felt like I had been up in the clouds and had just crashed back on earth. I sat still, listening to his breathing, staring at the still half hard dick in front of me. It was too late, I had already swallowed it, too late... I took him back into my mouth and sucked on it for comfort, trying to get these dark and desperate feelings out of my head. He nearly cried out and pushed me away, so I let him go.
Unsure what I would say to him, I climbed up unto the sofa next to him. But I never got a chance to say anything. He turned to me immediately, straddled me, and Kissed me. I was surprised, and even a bit shocked. I had expected him to be grateful and satisfied, not so full of energy and passion, and certainly not to start unbuckling my belt like he did now. I got hold of his wrists, and stopped him, this was not what I meant, I just wanted us to talk a bit now, and have a beer, and... He looked into my eyes, and it seemed my mind stopped functioning. He looked worried, and a bit hurt. "What?" he whispered. My grip on his wrists loosened, what did it matter what My plans had been? My idol was changing the plan, I should go with it.
Rendered powerless, I watched him take my place at the ground in front of me. When he got hold of my pants, I could just feel the resistance flow from me, and I arched my back so he could pull them down. My boxers had gone with them, and he pulled them free from my feet now, and spread my knees. I wondered what was going on in that wonderful blonde head of him. He slided his soft cheek over my thigh while his hands lingered at my ankles. My dick was only half-hard, but fast growing in anticipation. I closed my eyes. Even though he was now the one on his knees, I felt completely overcome, I was no longer the one in charge, I was being led now. I felt him pull off my socks, while his face kept coming closer to my dick. I ghasped when his tongue reached the root of my throbbing organ. Oh, he was good. I didn't think he had ever done this before, but he was very good at it, that much was clear already. His tongue crawled over my hot skin like a tiny muscled lust-imp. I laid my head back and listned to my own breathing. This was good, I had to let him keep doing this, no matter what consequences. I smiled at him, his face looked like that of a sleeping boy, his eyes closed, his muscles relaxed as he whispered his lips against the head. At that moment he drew himself up and let the entire length slide into his mouth. He clearly had trouble handling my seven inches, but he was trying hard enough to make me moan and buck into his mouth with pleasure.
I looked at the ceiling, trying to control myself, I didn't want to come yet. I concentrated on other sensations, the coarse fabric under my bare back, his shoulders pressed against the inside of my legs, his hands now crawling up against my chest, but all the while his hungry sucking continued. He put a finger against my lips and I took it in my mouth, sucking it like he was sucking me. It felt so good I thought I was going to lose my mind. So long ago... And he was doing it so well! He deserves it, I thought. He deserves my capitulation. With strong, concious effort I forced my self control from me, the fear, the fight, it melted away from my flesh. I felt all my muscles relax, my limbs were not my own. I ceased to exist. My mouth fell open, moaning. All that remained was this amazing feeling, the feeling of melting away in a slow, sucking nirvana.
It was then I felt an intruder at my small, relaxed asshole. I knew it was his wet finger from my mouth, but it felt like the devine, lifegiving touch from the sixteenth chapel. I felt the energy flow back into my limbs, and my muscles tightned as if they would cry out. He sucked hard on the tip now, using his left hand to stroke up and down the length. The wet middle finger of his right hand was making little circles around my long-neglected hole. I moaned again, and he took this as his cue to push it all the way into me. I cried out, the sounds I was making not even sounding human. My whole body hurt from being so tense, and still it did not end. He pushed his finger in and out in a fast rhythm. I couldn't even think, or do anything, I was completely in his power, my entire body strained like a bow, my mouth struggling to form words.
"Ooooh, oh God, God!" I wasn't calling some white dress in the clouds, I was talking to the devine being that was right here with me, my lord, humbly on his knees to wash my feet. Just when the tension in my body became unbarable, and I began to wonder how much longer I could take this, I felt his silken lips slip from my head. I opened my eyes, and plunged right into his smiling face of honey. His hand was still working me, and finally I felt the fluids rush to my release. I shot right up into his cocky smile, and he pressed my exploding dick against his face, so the flocks landed in his hair. The tension subsided. I felt myself slip into a big black hole...
When I opened my eyes he was next to me on the couch, pressed against me. I lifted my head and he looked up, his eyes twinkling. "God," I told him, "my God." But he didn't understand. "Thank you," he whispered, "I never understood it all, but now..." I traced my hand through his wet hair. Perhaps I was the one that didn't understand. "The love, friendship, no, love. Between men. I never understood you see, i never knew, how good it all could be..." I smiled. It vaguely came through he was trying to tell me something. It could wait, for sure. I didn't want to go back to thinking just yet, I wanted to stay here, dreaming, in these arms, pressed against the body of my newly-born God.