He didn’t pretend not to understand. “How is this a mistake?” He asked me and stood up, came to me. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had taken me in his arms, but he only took the water glass from me and sipped it. It was like he was sipping champagne at that party. Thoroughly at ease and comfortable.
“I’m just a guy who works in an office.” I said. “I don’t have anything to offer you.”
“You are wrong about that.” he said. “Do you not feel it, the bond between us?” He set the water glass on the bar to the kitchenette.
Now I couldn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Sure, Paolo, I want you. I’d be crazy not to want you. But....”
Now Paolo did take me in his arms and as his lips came in to meet mine, something inside me surrendered completely. I guess there’s a part of us that doesn’t listen to common sense, doesn’t listen to reason, not when there’s nothing else you have to do to get what you want, just accept it.
Knowing what Paolo was, what he would do to me in the end, I still quivered with excitement, my heart pounded heavily within my chest, threatening to burst out of my body, my lips met his and kissed him without reservation, without inhibition, giving my all in that kiss. The touch of his hands over my body was intoxicating, transporting me to a realm of fantasy made real, and I closed my eyes and said, “Let it be so. Oh, God, let it be so!”
His hands pulled my t-shirt up over my head and I let him, limply assisting him in that I raised my arms and let him pull it away. Then that hand touched my bare chest and I again nearly swooned, and he followed it with his lips, oh, God! His lips touched my nipple and its kiss was the benediction of heaven!
He lingered there, sending me on a magical journey of delight, this was what I’d yearned to feel with my other lovers, the missing part that had always made me part from them, it was here with Paolo, living inside his lips and his hands that now reached around to my back and down my body to cup my buttocks and pull me to him and I felt his body firmly against mine and he ground against me, as his eyes closed and he crooned in golden, melodic tones the sounds of joy.
Lowered his head again, opened his eyes and looked right into mine and said, “The bed now, please.”
And his hands reached into my sweat pants and fondled my bare buttocks, and I could deny him nothing.
“Come on!” I panted and led him to my bed, a matter of a half-dozen steps and I scooped away the covers and their covering of dirty socks and stained underwear, and I laid bare the decently white sheet beneath, wrinkled and used, but at least serene and inviting in its clean white color, little marred by my slumber.
My hands tore off my sweat pants and I sat on the bed and pulled off my socks as I watched Paolo. He removed his shirt to reveal more of that golden skin, smooth and unmarked by blemish or scar, flawlessly perfect, flawlessly masculine. This was the body dreamed by Michelangelo as he sculpted his huge marble David, this perfect skin, this regular face, that smile which melted your heart from within.
I could only lay myself back, the way a willing human sacrifice might do upon the altar, knowing the knife was coming, loving it as it raised above them, but there was only Paolo lowering his pants, hinting at humanity (liar!) as he stumbled slightly in removing them. There were now only a pair of red briefs with a white trim and I saw how it stretched its central area outwards, only a mass of undefined flesh, and then he took the elastic band and pulled it away and the mass resolved itself into a cock, a divine cock, a lovely cock, a cock that you would whimper for and beg for the mercy of being allowed to suck on it.
I reached one timorous hand out to cup that manhood and he let me touch him, let me place that majestic dong on my wrist and those magnificent balls into my fingers, where they steamed gently, and I was so absorbed by this that Paolo’s hand reaching and taking my own prick was startling, a revelation that I saw open-eyed, he was touching me, he was touching me!
“Ahhhhh!” A shuddering sigh from my lips. “God, yeahhhh!” I simpered, and I could only lay back, overcome by the feelings racing through my body, I was being touched by a god! A god!
And not just a touch now, now he held me firmly in his hand and now his head bent low and now. “Oh, Jesus!” I gasped. And Paolo’s mouth held my cock in his lips and it was divine, it was ecstatic.
I could only loose little whimpers of sound from my lips as he nursed my cock, and there weren’t words powerful enough to tell you how it felt, it was like all my prior lovemaking was put into one side of a set of balancing scales, and this one moment into the other, and the scales fell heavily down on the side of this moment, and all my other memories of sex were sent hurtling into the cosmos, catapulted into oblivion.
This is why the women do it, I knew now, why they would make him expensive gifts, why the money flew out of their hands and into his, not caring what he’d do with it, not caring that he would walk away and forget them, this moment was worth it, worth every cent they had, there was no regret at losing the money, for the memories he instilled were worth it, worth all of it and more!
“Here, now you.” he said invitingly, and moved his body around to present his lower body to me. I was already driven to the very edge of ecstasy just from his lips on my cock, now I wrapped my own lips around his dong and that was just that much better, now I had my own sighs of pleasure echoed by his melodic tones as he sighed with my every movement upon his prong.
I was loving him, I had this man, this beautiful man, in my bed and I was loving him and he was loving me! Can you blame me for losing control in only a moment or so?
“Oh, oh, God, I’m coming, I’m coming!” I gasped out as my climax seized me. I expected him to pull off and away as I took his cock back into my mouth, and I was trampled by my orgasm, my self crushed utterly flat under the intensity of it all and my seed burst out of me...and into his mouth, for he was still holding onto me, still sucking me and he didn’t let go, even though I pumped out a load like none I’d had before, and he coughed from the volume of it, and I looked at him, dazed to see a driblet of my jism slip out of that unflawed nose. I was ashamed of myself and I sucked him in despair, only to feel his body tense and his cock heat up in my mouth.
A surge of determination hit me, I renewed my working of his prick with single-minded vigor, I gave him the best damned blow-job I had ever managed before, heedless of myself, not caring if I could breathe, if my body ached from the motion, if my lips were numbed from the exertion, it only mattered that I gave him more, and more, and more!
“Oh, oh, oh, Will-ll-ll-ll-ll-i-i-i-i-i-am-m-m-m-m!” he sighed as he climaxed, and I drank his sperm happily, it couldn’t come out fast and hard enough to suit me, I was too dazzled by that to care, that when he’d reached his peak, the word that had come out of him was my name! My name!
We lay there like that, panting, for a time, our heads pillowed on each other’s thigh, and then he crawled around to face me and I kissed that wonderful face, dappled with love-sweat, hair tousled by our embraces and exertions, and it all just made him more beautiful than before! I couldn’t hold him enough, kiss him enough, love him enough, and after a time, when I felt his cock re-invigorated, I opened my legs to him gratefully, and he pierced me with his golden shaft and he loved me like that, on and on, for the longest time, never tiring, never complaining, never giving in, until at last, after I had twice jizzed onto my own body and his, he sighed and once again poured his seed into my body and fell into my arms. Then, and only then, did I sleepily pull the covers back over the two of us, and we slept like that, together.