Wally fell asleep on Friday night, inhaling the musty, masculine aroma of Mitch's armpit. He woke up on Saturday, inhaling the smell of coffee brewing. He was still wrapped securely in Mitch's arm, but the coffee smell was strong, even as compared to Mitch. He opened his eyes, and saw Mitch already awake, his bright eyes smiling at Wally. He smiled. "You're so cute when you sleep. Sort of a cross between a baby dolphin, and a kitten, if that makes sense." He kissed Wally . "Oh, and by the way, good morning."
Wally nestled deeper into Mitch's embrace. "Oh, good morning. I don't think I've slept that well in a long, LONG time. What time is it?" "Oh, about 8:15." Mitch began to smile more broadly. "It's a good thing I'm disciplined enough to control my morning wood, or I would have had to wake you much sooner."
"How long have you been up handsome?" Wally snuck in to steal a kiss. " "Oh, since about 6:30. I'm not really a late sleeper in the morning. Leaves more time for 'other things' if you know what I mean?" "Tell me about that morning wood," Wally teased. "Why don't you see for yourself?" Mitch had an answer right away, as he threw the blankets off his lower body. "Morning wood? GEEZ that's a morning forest!" Wally continued the banter.' "Well, I think it needs watering. You wanna get it wet, forester?" He put his hand on the back of Wally's neck. "If you wanna get more of my pit, you're gonna have to get down there first." Wally blushed. He thought he had been discrete. Mitch saw his red face and laughed. "In Europe, they train dogs to find truffles. They sniff around for the smell, and when they find one, well... they make these grunting sounds, like they want a reward." "Yeah?" Wally answered, " and Mitch laughed again. "Wally, my sweet, as you fell asleep, you dug deeper and deeper into my hair, and you were making the cutest little noises. I wish I had taped you. " He rolled over on Wally. "But enough talk about Europe and truffles, and things like that. FIrst, you're gonna wash this pit, nice and clean, and then... water that forest."
"Yes sir. MMMMM" Wally dug in, licking and snorting as he took in Mitch's aroma. How to describe it? A bit of forest, a bit of tar, a bit of one of those essential oils. Nothing flowery, or feminine about him at all. GOD he felt like he was getting drunk, or high on the smell. "OK, cute stuff. The trees are blowing in the wind, which means only one thing. Someone needs to blow them back."
Mitch arched his body so that his cock was inches from Wally's mouth. As Wally went for it, Mitch pulled his cock back, then pushed it forward, and teased his mouth, running his cock head around the rim of Wally's mouth. "COME ON" Wally begged. I think I NEED that cock more than coffee." Mitch grinned as he pushed it into Wally's mouth. "I think you do too. Because you're not getting any coffee until I get released."
As he got to work, Wally thought of all the ungrateful men he had blown. This was actually something he was GOOD at: he had soft, rosy lips, and while he couldn't say he didn't have a gag reflex, well, he could handle a lot - and Mitch HAD a lot. And as he sucked, Mitch was stroking his hair, and moaning. "Oh, my. Handsome, and a good cock sucker. I have to pray to the thunder gods for this." He looked down at Wally a couple of times and whispered. "You ok? Because it feels like you are" Wally just shook his head YES, vigorously. He slid his tongue down to Mitch's balls, which evoked a huge MOAN. "OH YES. HOW DID YOU KNOW, SMARTY PANTS. HOW DID YOU KNOW..." Then, smiling, Wally ran his tongue around Mitch's cock head, and BOOM. That did it. Cum flew everywhere, as Mitch simply lost control, and fell on top of Wally.
"DAMN you little bastard. I don't think I've ever had a blow job that good. Surely not one that good, by someone so cute." He shoved his tongue into Wally's mouth, and ran it around the interior. He pulled it out. "I bet I could work your nips well enough for you to jizz without touching yourself, but how about you get to work on you, while I get to work on THESE." Mitch put his mouth around Wally's left nip, and began licking and chewing. He had slyly put his arm up near Wally's head, so Wally could smell some of that pit aroma. It didn't take Wally long to get to a really hard and erect state, and then he began to overanalyze: should I shoot, or should I edge myself? " That choice was taken way from him, when Mitch snuck a finger down and slid it into his hole.
"OH SHIT THAT'S CHEATING." he yelled, as his jizz joined the pools that Mitch had shot. " Mitch just sort of chuckled. "How do you take your coffee? Lots of cream?"
"No cream . I should've told you. Lactose intolerance. Black. If it's as strong as I think you are, I'll need sugar, but no cream. Please."
"Mitch kissed him. "Your wish, is sort of my command."
He was back in a few minutes with coffee, orange juice he had clearly squeezed himself, and some warm croissants which he MUST have gotten out to get while Wally was asleep.
"Yes, I did . There's a bakery in town that does a great job, and if you don't get there by 7, these are gone.
"Wait. You got up, you made a bakery run, you made coffee, and then you got back into bed with me?" "Don't all your dates do that?" "Uh, I'm lucky if I get a date, and if I get a date, I'm lucky if I get Starbucks." Mitch laughed, and squeezed Wally's neck again. "Well, I don't think you have to worry about dates anymore. And I don't drink Starbuck's." He stole a bit of croissant from Wally's mouth. "Sort of my little protest against corporate America."
"So, Wally, we have to make some decisions here. As I think about it, the motorcycle was fun, but a mistake, because there wasn't room for an overnight bag, so I assume we need to get you some clothes back at your place. I DID take the liberty of making a dinner reservation at a place closer to where you live, since you might want Sunday to yourself." Wally pouted "But we could of course come back here. What we do today, is up to you.. not that much happens around here. There IS a jazz concert, and one of my friends is giving a cooking class. If you don't mind getting covered in dough - after you wash this sticky stuff off - we can do that.
"Can we talk about it on the way to my place to get clothes?" Wally asked. Mitch sighed. "AH, indecisive youth." "NO. WAIT. I was trying to decide if I even want to leave this house today. " "Well, we DO have to get you some clean clothes. And NO, we are NOT going shopping. So finish your breakfast, get into that shower, and then we'll get moving. Or else... there's a spanking waiting for you." Wally's eyes gleamed. "Then I'm not moving." Mitch looked non plussed. "Hmmm. That was the wrong thing to say. OK... " He took the breakfast tray and moved it. Then he spun around and started tickling Wally's ribs, hard and fast. "I"m just gonna keep this up until you say you're going to shower.."
Wally had needed to pee before the tickling started, and this... "OK OK OK. I'll shower. I'll shower.' When Mitch stopped, he smiled. "Will you join me?" Mitch shook his head. "I'm afraid not, sweetie. When you see the clouds of doom leave the shower when I take mine, you'll understand."
So, Wally got cleaned up, and used some of Mitch's toiletries to shave. He used a bit of his deodorant, and realized he was taking on some of the aroma Mitch had. It did NOT suit him. But he pulled together his spoiled clothes, and got dressed. When Mitch came out of the shower, he dressed in a tight black v neck sweater, and some jeans.
"I'm gonna die right now," Wally thought. HOW am I gonna get through this day without jumping his bones?" "Who said you couldn't jump my bones?" Mitch asked. "OH GEEZ. I was thinking out loud," Wally blushed again. Mitch laughed. "Let's go get you some clean clothes. Short trip. " As they headed out, he gave Wally's butt a playful whack. "Maybe..."
Mitch sat peacefully in Wally's sparse apartment , as Wally started grabbing things from his closet. What to bring? How much? Well, under garments, of course: sexy ones, or plain ones?
"PLAIN ONES WALLY" "OH SHIT. I'm thinking out lout again." He came out of the bedroom and said to Mitch "so if you have such strong opinions, why don't you come to the boudoir and help me choose." "OH, MY. Getting to dress my date? An ultimate fantasy. Are you sure I'm safe in there?" "I guarantee nothing." "OH GOOD. I love risk taking. Reminds me of when I invited this cute boy to share my tent. Now let's see. Hmmm. Jeans. Always good. Flannels are too dressy for the rest of the weekend. . . I bet these blue khakis favor your ass." Wally blushed. Those were his "I wanna get laid" pants. "You have a lot of really fine shirts, Wally. I like this one... he pulled out a pink buttondown. And this one... a blue and white striped one. One last thing... He looked around and found a red tshirt. "if this is tight fitting, wear it now," Mitch said.
That t shirt was one of Wally's favorites, and he was glad to wear it.
He slipped it over his jeans. Mitch looked at him and smiled. "You know, if I saw you on the street in that outfit, you might very well be tied up and gagged in the trunk of my car, on your way to my house, possibly chained in the basement, and used and abused." He ran his fingers over Wally's nipples. "You better get your bag and let's get outta here, or we're not leaving and you're gonna be on your back the rest of the night."
"Uh, I thought you wanted to leave," Wally teased. "I have a bigger toybox at home. Let's go."
They had taken Mitch's sports car: a dark blue two seater. They tossed the overnight bag in the trunk, and once they were buckled in, Mitch drove, using one hand, while he squeezed Wally's left thigh with his other one. "So Wally, tell me. How rough do you like your sex?"
Wally blushed, almost as red as his t shirt. "Well, I don't know. I mean, the bondage last night, the pit stuff this morning, that was all HOT, but I don't think I've ever HAD rough sex before. " Mitch chuckled. "I kinda had that feeling. Tell ya what? We're gonna play it by ear. You tell me if you don't like something I do, and I'll stop. We'll find your limits that way."
Wally put his hand on top of Mitch's. "You know, I've never had sex twice in a day, but I have a feeling I'm going to." "That would be a safe bet," Mitch laughed.
They got back to the house pretty quickly: no traffic at that hour. "Should we call in lunch?" Mitch asked. "How about I start with sausage?" Wally was beginning to feel really saucy. Mitch growled. "Oh, you were getting sausage, the only question is "how am I gonna prepare it?" He embraced Wally and lifted him right off the floor, onto the bed. "HEY. You can't just take me like that, without a question of if I want it or not." Wally was smiling. "Oh, is that right? Well, let's see about that." Mitch started scruffing Wally's neck and soon, the struggle was over. Wally found himself tied down on the bed, bound securely at the wrists. Mitch found the sexy underwear he had snuck into the bag, and it was balled up in his mouth., as Mitch began an assault on his torso, lifting up that t shirt slowly, and licking and scruffing every inch of the way. The moans of pleasure were trapped by the gag, and MMMPH was the predominant sound in the room.
"I think it's time, to introduce you to my good friend Peter, Wally." He dropped his pants, and Wally saw the hard, dark red cock, before Mitch covered it. "Yes, you'll get to taste it later, but for now.." He got Wally's shoes off, and held a foot in his hand. "You know, I'm not adverse to tickling these until I get what I want. Just keep that in mind. " Wally's eyes got big at that thought. Then Wally played by pulling his thighs together and trying to hold them in place. A couple of well placed hands on Wally's ankles took care of that, and then... like a heat seeking missile, Mitch's cock got to work. He was slower at penetrating Wally this time than the first time, but he was harder, and he went further up the young man. Wally's eyes were rolling to the back of his head. He couldn't get the underwear out of his mouth, otherwise he'd be screaming for more. Instead, he arched his body, trying to get Mitch in further. Mitch looked at him. "You know, I have a dildo that is 13 inches long. Maybe we'll try that tomorrow."
"MMMPH MMMPH MMMPH MMMPH MMMPH." Wally was shaking his head no, violently. Mitch teased by saying "you're welcome, and continued to push. Mitch began running his finger around Wally's cockhead again. Wally tried - oh, did he try - to keep from losing it. He lost. One, big SCREAM, and his cum was all over him, minutes before he felt his top man shoot in him.
"You have a fine ass, Wally. A pretty face, and a hot, HOT ass."
And it had been taken twice in a day. He was sore, but happy.