Tensome

Here is part sex... uh, six. That's it for now. Thank you.

"Derek Diq"

This is a completely fictional story of all male sexuality. If you do not want to read such a story, you should stop reading and think about how you ended up here. If you did not want to read another of these disclaimers -- too bad, you just have. Always, always practise safe sex, unlike the people in the story, who are imaginary and thus never get sick unless otherwise indicated. This story is free for all. It should not be distributed for money. No one may charge you money for it. Copyright Derek Diq 1999. Feel free to mail me with comments or questions at derekdiq@hotmail.com. Just keep it real.

The Tensome Guys Go To Bed Part Six: Kaveem & Mitchell

by Derek Diq

Mitchell picked up the remaining bottle of vodka before he closed the door behind them. The air in the corridor felt much cooler on his sweaty skin. Kaveem leaned his back against the wall that separated them from N'Komo and Markku. He looked at Mitchell and smiled.

"They hardly knew that we left," Kaveem said.

"No, they were really getting into it." Mitchell moved his face closer to Kaveem.

"Yeah..." Kaveem moved a bit closer to meet Mitchell. He could smell a hint of himself on Mitchell's breath.

"We should do that too. I'd really love to try it again," Mitchell said.

"Not unless you stop making such a mess of me every time, man." Kaveem smiled. He was teasing Mitchell for shooting his hot load all over his feet. Some of it was still visible on his right ankle.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry..." With that, Mitchell got on his knees in front of Kaveem.

"Hey, whatcha doin'?"

"Just wait and see, man."

Mitchell reached down and grabbed Kaveem by the foot. Kaveem helped him by raising his foot as Mitchell lifted it. Mitchell brought the smooth skin to his mouth and moistened his lips with his tongue. Then he kissed Kaveem's foot right where he had sprayed it with his juice. He could smell his own manly odor mixed with the smell of Kaveem's warm skin. He started to lick the stains away. His tongue caressed Kaveem's ankle.

"Oh, wow..." Kaveem said. "That feels good."

"I just want you to enjoy it," Mitchell said. "Everything I do."

As he lapped and sucked, Mitchell knew that he was getting hot and hard once more. He looked up and saw that Kaveem felt the exact same thing. His thick 8 3/4 inch cock was standing at full attention, the dark foreskin still not pulled back all the way. Kaveem could not see Mitchell's circumcised 7 3/4 inches, since Mitchell himself was blocking the view. But he could suspect that Mitchell too had quite a hardon--a throbbing, drooling bone of a hardon, just like his own.

Then, Kaveem got an idea. He slowly lowered his foot again. Mitchell followed at first, but then he looked up at Kaveem to see what he wanted to do now. Kaveem was looking out the window.

"You know..." Kaveem started.

"What?"

"Isn't it still rather hot here?"

"Well..." Mitchell said. He thought it was rather pleasant.

"Come on." Kaveem started walking down the corridor.

Mitchell got up and followed him, thinking that they were going to one of the compartments. When Kaveem passed the last door and instead turned to the exit, Mitchell first wanted to object. But he said nothing. He just watched Kaveem open the door to let in the ice cold air. It was now only two or three degrees below freezing outside, but they were both naked.

"Come on," Kaveem said.

"What?"

"Come on."

"Where are you going?"

"Outside."

"You're crazy."

Side by side, they quickly descended the cold metal steps. Then they felt the snow melt under their naked feet. It turned into ice right away, but there was still a thin layer of water next to the skin that was enough to make it endurable for a little while.

"Man, it's cold!"

"Yeah, ain't it great?"

"You are crazy." Mitchell smiled and reached out his right hand to touch Kaveem's steaming body.

Kaveem moved closer to Mitchell. As they started to kiss and hug each other tight, they noticed that both their hardons had gone away. It was simply too cold for that.

They broke off their kiss and just looked at each other. Kaveem breathed a cloud of warm air at Mitchell, and Mitchell did the same to Kaveem. They smiled and shifted slowly as they pressed against each other--naked skin against naked skin.

"And another thing..." Kaveem said.

"What?" Mitchell looked at him through half-closed eyes, just enjoying the new sensation of chilly and hot blending together.

"This!" Kaveem smiled and let go of Mitchell. With only a slight push, the surprise was enough to make Mitchell fall backwards in the snow.

"Awww! You bastard!" Mitchell roared. He was shivering all over, but he still enjoyed their game. He immediately managed to bring Kaveem down into the snow with him.

Mitchell rolled on top of Kaveem to teach him a lesson, but Kaveem rolled with him and ended up on top after all. Kicking and screaming, they meshed snow into each other's faces as they rolled around on the ground wrestling like mad. Struggling wildly, Mitchell again got on top of the more muscular Indian, but instead of hitting him with more snow, he just kissed him on the lips. As their tongues met, Kaveem hugged Mitchell tighter--and turned him over again. Now, Mitchell was the one with his back in the snow.

They kept changing place like this for a few short minutes, but soon they decided that it was much too cold to keep it up for any longer period of time.

"Shouldn't we go inside again?" Kaveem asked as he lay on his back in the same snowdrift.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to go outside!" Mitchell laughed as he felt their wet bodies close together on the ground. But when the situation changed, he was not so cocky. "Okay, Okay, let's go inside."

"There's no rush," Kaveem said, smirking. But he knew that they would not have as fun once they got inside if they were exhausted from simply keeping warm, so he decided to be a good sport and quit while he was ahead. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go."

When they got inside, Mitchell slammed the door shut behind them and hurried to find a radiator in the corridor to stand next to. His skin was red from the cold. As Kaveem snuggled up next to him by the radiator, he saw that Kaveem's darker skin had a definite blush too.

Once the clatter of their teeth had subsided, they remembered why they had felt so inclined to leave the train. It was hot in there--very hot. Even before the melted snow had stopped dripping from their skin, they felt hot sweat emerging everywhere. Their bodies had been working hard to keep them warm outside, and now they had not yet stopped trying. Both young men glowed with the heat that consumed them. Soon they were sweating just as badly as before--but this time it felt better.

They started to kiss again, but had to stop when they stood up to enter one of the empty compartments. On their way in, they tasted each other's mouths once more. In the doorway they noticed that their male organs had recovered just as quickly from the cold. Throbbing in front of both men was a hot and heavy hardon. They moved even closer together and hugged tight. Then they went inside and closed the door behind them.

Kaveem's cock had still not stretched his foreskin back all the way, but since Mitchell was cut, his dickhead was exposed to Kaveem's hairy groin. The coarse strands of wiry hair grazed his sensitive skin.

"You know, I'd like to shave you just like me."

"Yeah, I was thinking about that earlier. You look really sexy like that... You never know what is gonna grow back where..." Kaveem smiled.

"Or even which color it's gonna have," Mitchell added.

"Hey, it's gonna be red, that's for fucking sure!"

"Yeah, I know..."

"I like it, okay?"

"Thanks. So, you gonna let me shave you?"

"Sure."

"Aw, damn... All our stuff is in the other compartment. You want me to go and get it?"

"Nah, I don't wanna take my eyes of you. We'll do it later instead." Kaveem returned his mouth to Mitchell's lips.

Mitchell thought to himself that he had a long time of pleasures ahead. This was not going to be a one-day stand. More like a ten-day stand--if it was going to be over that fast. He kissed Kaveem deeper, then let Kaveem's tongue back into his mouth to do the same.

As they dropped down onto the bed, still embracing each other, Mitchell asked, "So, whatcha wanna do first...?"

"Man, I wanna taste your cock. Aint never done that for you."

"Hey, be my guest..."

Kaveem moved over to go down on Mitchell, who lay on his back on the bed with his legs over the side. Kaveem pulled him up onto the bed and stood over him with one knee on each side of Mitchell's chest.

"So that's how you wanna do it..." Mitchell smiled.

"Sure, I don't wanna deprive you of that." Kaveem winked.

They moved closer and soon their mouths touched the sensitive skin they were looking for. Their nostrils filled with the distinct scent of the crotch in front of them. Tongues flittered across dickheads, hands grabbed hard shafts to guide the engorged organs.

Kaveem opened wide and started to suck on Mitchell's cut cock. The feeling was rather new to him--only a few times before had he sucked circumcised guys. And Mitchell had a large one too. It felt smooth and warm in Kaveem's mouth. His tongue caressed the throbbing hardness as he sucked it deeper into his throat.

Mitchell was twitching from the sensations that Kaveem gave him. He finally managed to take Kaveem's fat tool in his mouth and felt it slide in deeper as Kaveem at the same time went further down on him. He could not take all of Kaveem's thick inches right away, but he knew that it would be possible eventually. They just needed to switch positions a little. In the meantime, he decided to enjoy the massive man meat that pressed down into his mouth and then pulled out a little again, rhythmically pleasuring them both. He sucked and licked the large organ for all he was worth, and he could feel Kaveem doing the same to him. Mitchell bucked his hips to reach even more of Kaveem's sweet mouth.

The two young men kept this up for about fifteen minutes. They took it very slowly, knowing that there was no rush. They had the whole night if they wanted. And they wanted to use it.

Suddenly, Kaveem felt Mitchell change his grip on his ass cheeks. Instead of just holding Kaveem's ass, clawing at the buttocks, he now moved his fingers to spread the cheeks apart and expose Kaveem's crack and hole for some other purpose. Kaveem was curious as to what that was going to be. He kept his hardon lodged in Mitchell's warm, sucking mouth, but slowed his pace a little, now pumping his rod in and out very slowly.

When Mitchell released Kaveem's cock and instead started licking it, Kaveem followed his lead. It is an interesting sensation to have something done to your cock that you are doing to another cock at the same time. But when the pleasure got too great, Kaveem just stopped to enjoy it.

Mitchell licked Kaveem's long shaft from the head to his balls and then continued along the erect organ, in between the balls and to his crack and the puckered hole. Kaveem moaned.

"Oh, man! Don't stop. Don't ever stop doing that...! Mmmmhhh!"

"Feels good, don't it?"

"Dont talk. Just lick."

They both laughed softly and Mitchell continued to bore his way into Kaveem's tight ass with his hot tongue. After a while, Mitchell returned to the tip of Kaveem's drooling cock and then licked his way back to the shivering hole once more. Kaveem was hard as a rock.

To respond to this wonderful treatment, Kaveem started licking Mitchell's balls and then got Mitchell to hoist his thighs back against his chest. That left his ass wide open for Kaveem's daring tongue. Now they were both frantically lapping at each other's sphincters, losing track of time as they enjoyed every second of their game.

Kaveem had his hands placed on Mitchell's butt to spread the cheeks and to caress his hairless skin. In the gap between his two large hands, he buried his face--sucking and licking at the opening that promised him so much pleasure. After a while, he got a bit bolder and put four of his fingers closer to the muscle. With the index finger and middle finger of both hands he massaged the pink skin. His slimy saliva was ample lubricant when he carefully started to insert his two index fingers and then followed with his middle fingers, all the time licking at the tight opening.

This time, Mitchell did not imitate Kaveem's motions. He did continue to let his lips meet the lips of Kaveem's ass, ever so often using his tongue to give more pleasure, but he was certain of what he wanted next. Kaveem's mouth, fingers and tongue had seen to that.

"I want to feel your cock inside of me. Inside my ass. Oohhh! Yeah! Yeahhhh...! Please, man..."

"We'll get there. Don't worry," Kaveem said as he continued to push his fingers into Mitchell, stretching him open.

"I want you to... uhhhh... to do it now... Man... Please."

"Yeah, I know. I want it too. I just wanted you to beg for it." Kaveem chuckled. He very slowly extracted his fingers, first the ones on his left hand, then the right index finger and last the middle finger on his right hand. Mitchell felt the familiar emptiness, but this time it was an emptiness with a promise of more soon to cum.

Kaveem flipped Mitchell over on his stomach. The 27-year-old American raised his ass in the air and waited for the strong Indian male to enter him. This was going to be good.

As he inserted his hard organ, Kaveem could feel it sliding past Mitchell's smooth ass cheeks. His foreskin was pulled back by the friction of skin on skin. His cockhead glistened with the shiny secretions that Mitchell knew tasted so good. Mitchell could feel this thin layer of precum on the tip of Kaveem's cock being spread along the path that Kaveem was taking.

When Kaveem had reached as far in as he could go, he slowly started pulling out again. Mitchell had his hips pressed to the bed, his cock resting erect between his stomach and the mattress. Kaveem lowered himself onto Mitchell's back as he pumped his cock in and out of his ass, taking him with the power of a wild stallion. The 24-year-old was in complete possession of the strong man squirming in ecstasy under him, impaled on his thick, throbbing cock.

"Yeah!" Mitchell met each hard thrust with his eager ass, shouting out his enjoyment.

"Unnhhhhh... unhhhhh... Wow, you're good," Kaveem groaned. He kept pushing in and pulling out of this tight ass. He loved every moment of it: the heat, the friction, the closeness.

Mitchell took every inch he was handed. His own cock was still stiff as a poker.

"Awwwww, you're so tight and hot!" Kaveem picked up speed, his rock hard member grinding deeper with each thrust.

After a while, he reached around Mitchell to hug him closer. His hand found the wet spot where Mitchell's slick juices were leaking out at an increasing rate, and he decided to go a little lower. When Kaveem found the erection that was the second throbbing center of Mitchell's attention, he first touched it very lightly.

"I don't wanna make you cum yet, man..."

"Go ahead, I won't shoot," Mitchell said softly.

Kaveem grabbed Mitchell's boner with his right hand.

"God, you're hot. And hard..." Kaveem slipped his hand along the shaft of Mitchell's pulsating hardon. Suddenly, he felt another urge.

"Would you wanna fuck me too, dude?" Kaveem pushed deep inside.

"Uhhhhhh..." Mitchell could not answer.

"Would you?" Kaveem pushed even deeper, slowly rotating his hips.

"Yeahhhh! Oh God, that felt good... Hell yes! I'd love to."

"Now?" Kaveem jabbed at Mitchell's tender prostate once more.

"Unh! Whaddaya mean? Right now? Before you've even shot your load?" Mitchell had been trapped under Kaveem's weight for what felt like about thirty-five minutes, and he was amazed at the sexual potency and restraint which the younger man displayed.

"Sure. We'll just switch places," Kaveem said, slowly moving in and out.

"Man, you're something..."

Kaveem was still lodged inside of Mitchell, enjoying the last few moments of penetration. Soon he would be able to enjoy it from the other point of view. Suddenly, he could not resist it any more. He felt his balls contract, then he pushed a bit further in again as he released his pent-up river of heated cum.

"I'm sorry..." he started, but Mitchell interrupted him.

"Hey! Don't apologize for making me enjoy this even more. That feels great--and you know it."

When Kaveem left Mitchell, he first just rolled of him. He lay on his back next to Mitchell, catching his breath.

"Phew... That was so great. Come on, now it's your turn."

Mitchell got up on his elbows again and looked at Kaveem.

"It'll be a pleasure," he said.

"I'm sure it will. For me too," Kaveem added.

Slowly Kaveem raised his knees and rested his feet on the edge of the bed. He was getting ready to be fucked for the second time that day. It was going to be his seventh time ever. Usually he was quite satisfied being a top, but there was something in the air that made him feel a bit wild. And the others too, as he had noticed.

As Mitchell started to get up, he thought of something.

"You know what is out there in the corridor? That bottle of vodka. I just put it down when I kissed your feet."

Mitchell was quick, only seconds later he was back with the bottle. He poured some vodka onto the smooth, dark skin of Kaveem's muscular stomach, right above the spot where the thin trail of pubic hairs began showing the way down to his crotch. Then he bent over to lick it up. His circumcised cock was rock hard and drooling, but he paid no attention to it. He was completely focused on what his mouth was doing to Kaveem's hot skin.

With his hands on Kaveem's chest, caressing it, Mitchell kept his face buried in the warm scent that was his partner's most intimate smell. When he had licked Kaveem's stomach for only a short while, he felt Kaveem taking hold of the hand which was closest to his mouth and start licking it. Kaveem sucked on the fingers and licked the palm, then continued along the arm and up the shoulder to Mitchell's neck. Mitchell began licking Kaveem's hand the same way, and after a little while they were both licking each other all over.

A drop of vodka poured on the skin, then the soft touch of the other man's tongue. They loved it. Sometime during all of this, Kaveem could feel Mitchell enter him. Mitchell was very gentle, pushing slowly and carefully.

"Does it feel all right?" he asked nervously. He knew that Kaveem was not a regular bottom.

"Oh, man... Yeah. Oh yeah. This is definitely all right."

"I just wanted to make sure." Mitchell smiled at Kaveem and they started kissing again. Their fucking pace picked up a little, but it was still rather slow. They knew that they had all the time they wanted.

Licking each other's necks, shoulders and shaved armpits, they started to thrust against each other with increasing frenzy. Their naked skin touched on more and more places as they pressed against each other in their eager embrace. Mitchell noticed that Kaveem's cock was once more hard as steel.

"How do you do that?!"

"What?"

"This." Mitchell grabbed the thick trunk with his right hand as he pushed deeper inside Kaveem with his own member. "You're hard again. You're always hard, man!"

"I don't know. I think it's got something to do with this place. ...or, I mean... What are you talking about? This is nothing. It gets much harder than that. I usually get off twelve times a day, man!" They both laughed.

However, Mitchell was still not entirely sure that Kaveem was not by far the most potent man he had ever fucked. These exciting thoughts helped rush him on to blast off much sooner than he had expected. His thrusting motions drove him to ecstasy, and he wanted to share his joy with Kaveem. He pulled out of him and started spraying his lover with hot, funky cum.

Most of it hit Kaveem's chest and abdomen. The last few squirts dribbled down along Mitchell's hand and ended up on Kaveem's pulsating rod and balls. The liquid glittered there for a few seconds before it started to sink into the curly strands of black hair that still covered Kaveem's sensitive skin there. Only hours later, Kaveem would be shaven smooth and licked and sucked to another orgasm.

"I don't want to waste any of this," Mitchell said and bent down over Kaveem's chest once more.

He lapped at the erect nipples, which were both covered in cum. Kaveem squirmed with pleasure and started to look for new places to lick Mitchell. As a matter of fact, they had never really stopped licking each other while Mitchell was inside of Kaveem.

While Mitchell had his face pressed against Kaveem's chest, Kaveem could not reach a lot of places to lick him, so he had to settle for giving the other hand a go again. As Mitchell finished off the last of the cum that had gathered at Kaveem's clavicles, their cocks pressed against each other and slid around in the sticky substance. But when Mitchell continued down towards Kaveem's stiff penis, Kaveem got hold of his arm. He kissed it and made Mitchell move upwards instead, until Mitchell lay in Kaveem's arms with his back to Kaveem's well-defined chest.

Kaveem kissed Mitchell's neck and chin and mouth, at the same time as he massaged Mitchell's smooth chest with both hands. He continued around the line of the chin to the other side of the neck, where he could reach Mitchell's ear.

Mitchell felt Kaveem's tongue tickle the lobe. He also felt Kaveem's hot, raging erection pressing against his butt crack.

Kaveem allowed one of his hands to wander down Mitchell's abs and feel that growing hardon twitch. He went further down, in between Mitchell's thighs, to find the heavy balls. Even further in, as Kaveem felt Mitchell's throbber reach full stiffness against his underarm, Kaveem could press his fingers into that tempting crack.

"You want it again?" he asked, knowing what the answer would be.

"Yeah, man. Fuck me," Mitchell said. He wanted it bad.

They did not have to move. They both just bucked their hips the right way, and Kaveem was on his way into Mitchell's well-fucked ass once more.

Kaveem's spear of rigid flesh plowed deeper into Mitchell's hot ass. It was the second time that night, but to Mitchell it felt completely different. Now they were in even closer contact, Kaveem embracing hard him from behind, and Mitchell felt a warm wave of pleasure crashing down on them.

"Oh, honey, this is soooo good..." Kaveem sighed.

"Yeah, I know," Mitchell answered him.

For a long time, they said nothing. They just fucked. Fucked like crazy.

"Don't you get sore? I mean, I've been fucking you for like an hour by now," Kaveem said seventy minutes later. They had not said much during that time. Just sliding against each other was enough communication for them.

"No, not yet anyway. Maybe I'll notice it later. But man, this feels way too good to worry about anything like that now!"

They were now resting on one side, Mitchell still in front of Kaveem, still with his back to Kaveem, tight in his strong embrace. He had his knees pulled up against his chest and Kaveem's arms, taking Kaveem's long cock deep in his ass. It still felt deeper for each thrust. And Kaveem could still feel their closeness increase. He felt his turgid member being more engulfed every time he pushed.

Occasionally, Kaveem would caress Mitchell's pounding, engorged penis as he fucked him. Mitchell was not about to cum again for several hours, but he loved every second of trying.

After seventy-five minutes of alternating between slow and intense fucking, Kaveem finally felt ready to shoot another load.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm close now."

"Just do whatever you gotta do. I know you won't desert me."

"Are you so sure?" Kaveem chuckled.

"Well, you didn't last time," Mitchell said confidently, enjoying every second and every inch up his ass.

Kaveem just took a deep breath and moaned. He moved his hips faster and faster, pushing in and pulling out. Pushing in and pulling out. Faster, faster, faster. He hugged Mitchell tighter than before. They kissed. Kaveem could feel his nuts boiling over, sending a sizzling jet of semen gushing out through his long, fat shaft, buried deep in Mitchell's tight hole.

"Yeah! Yeah!! Yeah!!!"

"Ooooh yeah..."

Before they drifted off to a few minutes of well-deserved sleep, they kissed again--long and deep.

There was so much more left to be tasted.

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