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Subject: "Just a Taste"{mm, bloodsport}
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The following story contains graphic sex between consenting adult
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(ifq-0001.txt)"Just a Taste" {mm, bloodsport}
It was summertime now, and life at the hardware store was
getting BUSY. Busy as HELL. The management was hiring new staff
as fast as they could. "Hardware Heaven" was in fact, the biggest
hardware chain in Evans City, and so we definitely NEEDED new
staff. I worked part time in the plumbing department, selling
pipes and stuff. (Well, in fact, sometimes I sold 'pipes' as in
the type you, um, smoke out of. Lot's of teenage guys came in to
put together either a one-hitter or a pipe or something. Or hell,
even a bong! They thought I didn't know what they were doing
until I told them "you know, the fumes from heated copper can kill
ya"....then I showed them how to put together a REAL pipe out of
black pipe....silly ass kids!).
So as I am busy working my ass off putting up plumbing
supplies and toothbrush holders, the manager, Jim, comes by with a
new kid.
"Hey Bill. This is Aaron. He is going to be working in
plumbing with you because we need a lot more staff here. You do
pretty well, so I expect you to show him the ropes."
"Sure thing Jim."
I was defiantly gonna show Aaron the ropes, if I could. He
was cute as hell. He was a dark haired young man. About 5'10",
130-140 pounds, very nicely shaped. What is that? An ecto-morph
I think is the name. He wasn't one of those body builder short
legged muscle men. He was nice and thin, looked like a runner or
a swimmer or something. Anyway, he had a sweet, pleasant voice,
and was just cute as hell. Man, I thought, I would REALLY like to
show Aaron the ropes....
So Jim left me with Aaron to teach him the ropes of the
plumbing department. (The ropes involved looking busy as the
manager approached, and then fucking off when he went away...)
"Hey man, I'm Bill. I'm in school for acting, just working
here for the spending cash. What are YOU doing?" I asked.
"Oh, I just graduated from high school. I'm thinking about
going into law when I get into college. But you know I got to save
up a bit of cash for college....gotta buy beer ya know!"
"Damn straight!" I replied, knowing darn well that beer was
THE prime elixir for the end of a busy weekend.
"Well, let me show you around a bit."
So I took Aaron around the department, showing him all the
parts and pieces. Of course, making fun of the job as I went.
Didn't want Aaron to think this was my life's dedication or
something. Just a past-time till I was doing something else that
made me happy.
"So Aaron, what the heck do you do when you aren't in school
or at work? Go drinking with your buddies? Dance clubs? Or
movies with your woman?"
"Oh, I go drinking with my friends, or to the movies. I don't
have a girlfriend. Never could seem to make it work...don't know
why." he said.
"Oh well, I'm sure you can make it click EVENTUALLY. Always
do. I still haven't found a girl yet...I just can't seem to get up
the...uh, desire to make some sort of commitment."
"Yeah, that's just about it." was his reply.
At ten thirty it was time for us to go home. I had spent the
entire night talking to Aaron. Feeling him out for hints. You
know, trying every non-offensive trick to see just exactly WHAT he
would REALLY like to be sleeping with...and whether or not he was
actually straight. The same tricks I used on EVERY guy I meet and
am attracted to.
So we ran our cards through the punch clock and walked out
together. I ripped off my overcoat (uniform) and slung it over my
shoulder as the two of us walked out. But my damn pockets were
full with trash (papers, mark up slips for merchandise, pencils, a
big rubberband ball I had been making, a tape measure and a really
nice bronze pocket knife I had bought at a pawn shop when I had
visited France several years before in high school.) The knife
slung out of my pocket, usually a lot of stuff falls out, as I am
uncollected all the time, and I am a damn mess.
"Bill, your knife fell out." He picked it up and looked at
it. "This is really nice. You use this just to cut boxes open
with? A little nice for that!"
"Uh, yeah. I use it for that, and for OTHER <with the deeply
bizarre intonation I use to be suggestive> things!"
"Oh yeah? What?"
"Well, I dunno....just other stuff."
I had a certain fascination for blood, for cutting, for being
cut. Like I was going to tell him that. If I did, he'd probably
take it as a joke, he'd assume I was just a regular old guy jiving
him about stuff that couldn't possibly be true. Then, if it was an
off chance in hell that he was gay, he'd rule me out as a
possibility. So I defiantly didn't want him forming any opinions
on my erotic pleasures yet. As far as I was concerned, I either
wanted people to think I was strange as hell, or I didn't want them
to think about what I did for sexual pleasure AT ALL. I dealt with
EVERYBODY like that. Guys and girls. If I was interested in a guy
at all, and we talked about sex or what kind of stuff people like
to do, I would never reference a gender. Even if they asked "do
you have a girlfriend?" I'd say "no, but I'll find SOMEBODY to
love one day." It was my way of maintaining a question in peoples
mind about my sexuality. I didn't want anybody to be absolutely
sure I was straight, because if by chance he was gay, he'd rule me
out. And of course I was closeted, so I CERTAINLY didn't want to
guarantee to people I was gay. Maintaining an air of mystery about
my sexuality was my whole goal, because it was the only way to
leave all possibilities open.
Well, I well aware that the conversation thread died there.
He said goodnight, as he walked WAY across the parking lot to the
"employee parking area" where we were SUPPOSED to park. Silly kid.
The damn boss doesn't know who's car is who's. And the lot was jam
packed all day anyway. I always parked within about sixty feet
from the front door. That was another "rope" I was gonna have to
teach Aaron.
For days we talked about relatively nothing. It was only
Tuesday when he started, so we did have the entire week practically
to get used to each other. It took him about three day to finally
break into the typical silly routine that the rest of us employees
were used to. Screwing off. Pranking each other on the inter-
store phone system, taking LONG breaks. We pretty much got our
work done though. We kept our department nice looking. And since
we both worked from about four thirty until ten thirty every night
during the week, our department manager would treat us to not
having to work the evening on Saturday or Sunday night. It was
summertime, and Sunday night was just as much a party night during
the summer as Saturday night or Friday night was during the school
year. So we were glad know we would be off those nights.
Of course, it gave us something ELSE to talk about when we
were throwing stuff up on the pegboard hooks or dusting off the
merchandise. Planning what we would each be doing that weekend.
"Hey, are you doing anything spectacular on Saturday night
Aaron?" I asked.
"No, not really. My friend Steve is working that night. Me
and him were SUPPOSED to go see that vampire flick this weekend.
But since he is working Saturday night, him and his woman ore gonna
see it together on Sunday. I am probably gonna just hang out at
home or something."
"Oh man! You can't do THAT! This is the summer before your
college year! You gotta make the best of it! I did! Especially
if Jim is gonna be letting us off on the weekends."
"Yeah I guess you're right. I suppose I COULD waste away to
nothing all summer long. Making money is good. But guess I should
go out and spend a LITTLE of it."
"Darn right."
"What are YOU doing this weekend?" he asked.
"Oh well, I dunno either. My family is going up to see my
grandparents this weekend, since I am working Saturday morning, I
am staying in town. Hell, I could have a party. That is what was
keeping me entertained all week. But it isn't gonna happen."
"Well, we could go see that new vamp flick then." he offered.
I was particularly interested in it since I first saw the ads
on the TV. It was QUITE an erotic film, apparently. A lot of
subtle homo-eroticism, which I, quite frankly, was extremely fond
of. "Yeah, sure, let's go." I said. And so after knowing Aaron
for less than a week, I had made a date with him. Of course, an
openly straight guy wouldn't call it a date. We'd go, saying that
we didn't currently have any girlfriends, and we were killing time.
I of course would be bluffing, I had no interest in a girlfriend,
and I would be perfectly pleased to be sitting in an erotic
thriller film with a cute guy. It remained to be seen how
interested Aaron was, however.
I worked Saturday from about seven thirty in the morning until
about five. It was a long day for me. I didn't particularly like
getting up at seven in the morning to go into work at a damn
hardware store. I had to start the day with about four cups of
coffee. But I wasn't too distressed. I had a fun evening planned.
We'd go to the movie, and then possibly go out to Denny's some
other all age bar or something and hang out in a dark corner of the
place and talk about the movie or something. He couldn't drink
yet, but I could. And if it came down to it, I'd buy him a beer
and pour it into his soda glass. I'd done it before for people, so
we'd defiantly have fun. So my day went pretty smooth.
At about five thirty, Aaron called me at home and asked if we
were still going and all. I told him sure. "Just come over to my
house at about seven or something, okay? I want to eat some dinner
here first, and I got a few things to take care of around the
house."
"Sure...do you mind if I show up early? Like about quarter
after six or something? My sister is having a 'sleep over' with
her little girlfriends, and they just drive me nuts. They're going
to watch "Ferris Bullers Day Off" for about the sixtieth time this
year I think."
"Oh sure, that's fine."
I had stuff to do till seven. I had a ton of laundry to do.
Dishes in the sink, dinner to make for myself, and a lawn to mow.
So I got started quick. I just had a sandwich and chips for
dinner. Threw my laundry in, and went out to mow the lawn. It was
about a half acre, it was flat and fairly square, but it still took
me a while to mow it. And it was pretty muggy outside. I realized
this was a PRIME opportunity to bear my half naked body to a cute
guy I had a crush on. An a-typical teenage movie flirting scene
really. I could be out in the ninety degree heat with me shirt
wrapped around my waist when Aaron showed up. I though that would
be grand. So of course I did it. I took off my shirt ( I wasn't
even really that hot) and tucked it casually into the front of my
jeans. I thought for sure that was good. I always hated myself
for doing silly maneuvers like this though! I had done stuff like
this for so many guy friends of mine it was pathetic. All the time
HOPING that one of them would break down and make a move on
me....hadn't happened to me yet.
Aaron showed up about six o'clock, a little earlier than I
expected him to. I had just started to mow about ten minutes
earlier, so I was going to be another half hour doing the lawn
before I could go shower and get dressed. I really didn't mind at
all. The concept of mowing the lawn shiftless with a guy there was
just as pleasing to me as an expensive imported beer.
"Hey Aaron! You want a beer or something?"
"Sure, thanks."
I went in and got two Budweisers (far from expensive imported)
out of the fridge, and brought them back outside.
"Here you go. I'm gonna be about another thirty minutes
mowing. Gotta get this shit done you know. That's the payment for
living at home when you're old enough to be out on your own."
"Yeah, that's fine by me. Hey, I got a beer anyway. I can
nurse it for as long as you take. It doesn't bother me, I
sympathize with you though, I had to mow yesterday..."
"Yeah, poor guy. You got half a damn acre? Shit..."
Well, I mowed as fast as I could. He sat the whole time on
the hood of his car and watched me walk back and forth as he sipped
his beer. My dear father liked me to put cross hatch patterns in
the lawn, which meant going over it twice. It one-upped the
neighborhood men though, most of whom spent more time dealing with
their lawns than they did with their wives, and it looked fairly
neat. As far as guy stuff goes, I figured he'd probably ask why I
did it that way, and would be impressed.
I did finish quickly, I left out a lot of the usual yard work
I did. Now weed trimming or anything. I was too eager to get out
of there and to the movie with him.
"Hey, I'm all damn sweaty, I got to take a shower first before
we go, alright?"
"I hope so...!"
"Yeah, well, you can come on in and make yourself at home or
something."
I wheeled the mower back into the shed, and then went into the
house through the garage, he followed me in, looking all around.
The garage attached to the kitchen, which my mom had just spent ten
thousand remodeling (she was extremely extravagant). He was
amazed.
"Man this is cool. You guys must be fucking rich or
something."
"Oh well, I guess so. I suppose this damn kitchen took a hunk
out of that though." It didn't come close though. My dad was a
neuro-surgeon, and mom had inherited it from her side, so all in
all, they had about four million in the bank.
"What's your room look like?"
Nice question. I liked this guy. I would have asked to see
HIS room. "Oh, it's downstairs."
So he followed me down the staircase to the basement. It was
finished in light tan carpet, halogen spotlights, black aluminum
tube and smoked glass furniture. I was actually impressed myself.
It was pretty damn nice.
"This is my room back here." I lived in a basically all black
room. Black wood furniture, carpet, walls, sheets, everything. I
had H.R.Giger paintings on the wall as well. I liked the
atmosphere they created. I liked the look they put on Aaron's
face.
"Man this is fucking cool! If they got this much money, you
shouldn't have to work!"
"Oh hell, I work to meet the people." point for me I figured.
"Yeah...I guess so."
"Well, you can screw around in here with the computer or
stereo or something. I'm gonna go take a quick shower."
I left him alone in my private little corner of the world. I
wasn't minding too much. I had all kinds of "interesting" pictures
on my computer, if he was a good hacker, he'd locate them and
confront me or something. I also had a knife set that I'd bought
and I kept it on my desk. It was three small knives, each with
RAZOR sharp blades, but the blades were very tiny and thin. They
had black leather handles on them, and the blade itself had Wicca
symbols engraved in them. I don't know where they were made, but
I had bought them at a "gypsy flea market" that was passing through
my schools town the semester before. I loved them a lot...I could
only imagine the things to do with them, especially if I had Aaron
involved.
I only stayed in the shower for about 5 minutes. Usually I go
till the hot water runs cold. But I was ready to go see this
vampire movie. I loved the idea of guys (cute guys) drinking each
other blood. I was hoping that Aaron would be a little curious
about it.
I got out of my hot shower, dried off, and put on a pair of
black bikini underwear. I didn't bring my cloths into the bathroom
on purpose. i knew he'd be sitting in the room doing something or
looking at something. And when I came in, his attention would
shift to me, hopefully. I would be able to tell for sure by seeing
my own typical reactions in him.
I walked in and he was looking at one of my art books
(Giger...) and he was sitting on my bed. I had a towel around me,
and I walked to my dresser and dropped the towel. He looked up and
looked a little nervous.
"So, whatcha think of Hans?" I asked.
"Oh, um, kinda neat..."
I didn't make any effort to prolong getting dresses. I just
put my socks on first and then went over to the closet and picked
out shoes and a shirt. Same amount of time to get the cloths
on....just waited till the end to put them on.
He, like me in a situation like this, was looking a TAD bit
nervous. I suppose it had something to do with the fact that we'd
known each other for only 5 days or something. But more than that,
a straight guy, a REALLY straight guy, doesn't seem to look
uncomfortable when he's in a room with a half naked guy. He's not
thinking "guilty" thoughts, so he doesn't worry if he looks
straight at you. I have always had that problem though. Roommates
at school that attracted me made me nervous if they were unclothed.
I knew damn well that I was looking at them as a turn on, and it
made me feel like I was betraying them by looking. So I shied my
eyes away, the same as Aaron was doing.
Well, I quickly put my cloths on after that. I wasn't trying
to scare the hell out of him or make him think he shouldn't talk to
me anymore or something. But I had seen enough facial reaction to
be satisfied.
"So, what are those knives on your desk? Where did you get
them?"
I was gonna tell him now what I would LIKE to do with them.
"I bought them at a flea market type deal down at school. I
suppose they are used for s/m play, for bondage, cutting or blood
sport or something. I think that's pretty kinky...one day I'll
have to find somebody to play with them with."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know, cutting and drinking the blood."
"Really? People do that?"
"Yeah. I don't know if that's what those knives are FOR but
that's what I'd love to use them for. I ain't gonna cut butter
with those things!"
"Wow. That's kinda neat I guess. Drink blood? Really? How?"
"Well, some people make a cut on the thigh or chest or
something, a small cut, and they gotta be VERY sterile so you don't
get an infection. Then they either lick the blood off you, or they
drip it into a cup and drink it. You gotta be careful about the
cutting, so you don't really fuck somebody up though."
"Man...that's kind, um...pretty fun in a bizarre kind of
way..."
"Yeah, I imagine it is...I'd really like to try some day."
After getting dressed I was ready to go.
"Well, let's take off man! This movie is HOT and tickets will
go fast. I'd hate to have to see something else."
"Yeah...that sucks when that happens."
So we jumped into his car and took off for the theater.
The movie was QUITE thrilling I must say. It involved a lot
of blood, and a lot of outright, blatant homoeroticism. This of
course was turning me on completely. I was hearing other guys in
the theater commenting on it. They were kind of uncomfortable I
could tell, because a lot of guys were kind squirming around. I
was kind of wondering if Aaron was a little uncomfortable with it
as well. But from they way he looked, he was completely okay with
it.
After the movie, we went through the drive through at the
burger place by the theater, and then headed back to my place. I
lit up a cigarette, and put a little NIN on the radio. I was
waiting to hear what Aaron was gonna say. On the way back we
talked pretty much about work, and what kind of stuff we'd be doing
on Monday. Aaron also asked when my parents were gonna be coming
back from my grandparents home. I told him it was probably gonna
be late Sunday night.
He let me out of the car at the end of my drive way. I guess
he was gonna go home, but I didn't want him to. I wanted him to
come in with me, back down to my room.
"Aaron, you don't gotta go home do you? Come on in or
something. My parents aren't here. You can stick around for a
while can't you?"
"Oh, I guess so..." And he popped out of the car in a second.
We went into the house and I walked down to my room. I made
no suggestion that he should follow me at all. I was wanting to
see if he'd follow me on his own. And a few seconds later he did.
"So what do you wanna do?"
This was one of those questions I used to my advantage. I
could have said "Well, you can suck my dick!" in the most silly
sarcastic voice I could use. That has happened to me before.
People say gross things to me, not being in the least bit
realistic, and I say "okay...sure" If they're gonna try to throw me
off my rocker by suggesting something they are just kidding about,
I'm gonna return the favor and agree. And then, maybe if they were
serious, deep down in there somewhere, they will agree....yeah
right. But it was a game I played anyway.
"Oh I was thinking we should drink each others blood! You
know, put my knives to good use."
"Yeah right, like you'd want to do that." he said.
Well, that sounded to ME like a response I'D give to that
suggestion. "Yeah right" because we wouldn't be doing anything of
the sort because YOU didn't want to do it. Leaving the option that
I was game completely open. He was like me. Didn't suggest he was
into it, but certainly didn't try to convince me that he wasn't.
Time to see how far I could carry this idea before he grossed
out and said he was going home. His reply put the ball in MY
court. I had to say something that convinced him that I was up for
it too.
"Hey, I suggested it. They ARE my knives." inject a little
humor "But God, I don't think we should do something like that!
You might be anemic or something! Then you'd bleed all over the
floor and my day would be ruined cause I'd have to get the carpet
cleaned." Yeah, that worked for me. Imply I was open to it as
well. His turn again.
"Okay, if you're really serious, go ahead and cut yourself,
you won't do it." he said. ALRIGHT! An invitation! And a
challenge. Oh yes, the masculine challenge. He brought the box of
knives over to me.
"I don't need all of them you wiener. Just one. You have to
pick it out though." Involve him. I just didn't want to cut
myself for the hell of it. I wanted HIM to slice me. And after we
had a little blood play, maybe we'd do something else.
"Why do I have to pick it out?"
"Cause I'm not gonna cut myself. You have to cut me."
"You won't let me. I could kill you." denial. He was wanting
me to reassure him that it was okay.
"I don't think you'll kill me Aaron. I think you could do
just fine."
"Well, alright. Just once."
"I would assume that's all it takes to get you a just a taste
of my blood." Although we hadn't made a suggestion of actually
LICKING each others blood yet, I decided to put it in there, to see
if he actually objected to that part of it.
"Alright, I'll cut you. Just a small little cut." Oh, he
took the bait just fine. I loved the idea of having him as much as
I did playing the guessing game with him.
He seemed unsure at first, as did I. But he put his hand into
the box and pulled out the smallest of the knives. He picked it up
and looked at it. Turned it around in his hand, ran the flat edge
of it over his palm. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
So I took off my shirt and put in on the floor. Where I
always put my clothes. The maid (my mother!) would pick it up for
me.
"First we have to clean the blade and the cutting site." I
said. So I went upstairs to our medicine cabinet. My dad, being
the surgeon that he was, had a well stocked cabinet. all kinds of
stuff he would pick up from the hospital when they discarded it.
There was a box of alcohol swabs that was half empty, the kind you
use to clean the skin before an injection. I grabbed those, a
bottle of regular isopropyl (it wasn't the typical drug store
variety, it was 80%), a small package of sterile cotton pads, and
a couple large band-aids.
"First we have to clean that knife off. I don't know where
it's been." and so he used the pads and the alcohol to sterilize
the knife. I knew that in reality, all cutting instruments had to
be auto-claved, but we didn't have one of THOSE in the house. Not
to mention it would detract a LITTLE from the situation. I figured
that the alcohol would do fine.
While he cleaned the knife, I took out a could of swabs and
scrubbed the area above my left nipple. If he was gonna suck on MY
body, I wanted his hot little lips right on my chest.
"Okay, the knife is clean...now what?" Well, the preparation
was over. Now he had to cut me.
"You gotta cut me. Right here..." I pointed about an inch
above my nipple. "I'm gonna lay down on the bed, I don't want to
be standing, I could fall over or something!"
"Yeah..." So I laid down on the bed, on my back and got ready
for him.
"Turn the overhead light off will you? And you should take
off your shirt too." I was past the point of being subtly and
suggestive. I knew what he was and he knew what I was. So it
wasn't a suggestion, it was a request.
"Sure"
He went over and hit the switch and turned the ceiling lights
off so now it was fairly dim in the room. All that was a tiny
halogen spot on the bed.
Then he went ahead and took off his shirt like I asked him to.
Dropping it to the floor, irresponsible and careless as I was, a
trait I loved in men.
He stood in the dim light, and the light cst shadows under his
large pectorals. I loved looking at him. He was smooth and trim.
He was beautiful. Gorgeous even. My eyes ran up and down his
torso and chest. He stood still without saying a word, letting me
look at him
"You like looking at me don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I do. Aaron, you're gorgeous....didn't your
mother ever tell you that?"
He blushed, and flashed an impish, beautiful, childish grin.
"You are too Bill."
"Thanks...come here now. I'm ready for you..."
He hesitated for a second, then he sat down on the bed next to
me and put his hand on my chest where I told him to cut. His hand
glided gently over my chest, across my nipples, briefly stopping on
them, down my stomach, back up, with his fingers running through my
chest hair.
"You know, I am going to enjoy this a lot more than I
thought." he said.
"So will I."
Then he placed the blade where I told him to.
"Be gentle. The knife is as sharp as a razor. You don't need
any pressure."
He ran the blade gently across me, about an inch. It didn't
do a damn thing. He went so light, I guess he was actually holding
it slightly above my skin, so it didn't cut.
"Okay, just a little pressure."
So he went and did it again. This time when he ran it across,
it did cut. I know it did because I flinched, it stung like a bee,
like the time I sliced myself at work with my box knife.
"Did that hurt?" he asked. I lied.
After a second, thick red blood began seeping out of the cut.
It ran down my chest and across my nipple, just as I had wanted it
to.
"Go ahead Aaron." I whispered.
He ran his finger through some of the blood, which coming out
a bit faster now, although not profusely like it could have been.
He put his finger in his mouth and licked the blood off, paused for
a second, closed his eyes, and smiled a tiny little smile.
He crawled completely onto my bed then, straddling me at the
knees, and holding himself up with his hands at either side of me.
Then his head went down to my chest and he opened his mouth and his
lips pressed against me. His warm breath blew onto my skin and I
just closed my eyes and let him go.
The pain from the cut was completely ignored as his hot wet
tongue ran across the cut mark and he licked the blood off me. He
ran his tongue down across my nipple, and then across to my other
one. There wasn't even any blood there. Now he was just doing it
for my pleasure (and his I assume).
A little more blood came out of the cut mark, and his mouth
went back to it and he started sucking on it. A small moan escaped
his mouth as he did this. I reached up and put my hands on his
head and ran my fingers through his hair. There was nothing in the
world I could think of that I wanted more than what I was getting
from him at this moment.
After he was finished, he moved up towards me and pressed his
blood stained lips against mine, and let his weight come down on
top of me. With his warm, muscular chest pressed against mine, he
gently kissed me and then he slid his tongue into my mouth and we
laid there, kissing and holding each other, seemingly forever (as
moments like this always seem).
I went ahead after that and cut him as well. It was as erotic
as I thought it would be. I loved licking the blood off him. To
me it was as sweet as he was. I had cut him in the same spot as he
had cut me, I thought it would be cute for us to have matching
scars from our first experience.
After I was done with him, I put a band aid on his cut, and
put one on me as well. We didn't get out of bed yet either. I
asked him if he wanted to spend the night, and of course he was
game as much as I was. So I went over and turned the spot off so
it was completely dark. I crawled back into bed with him, falling
into his warm, open arms. After the blood play, I was ready for
more, and so was he. We made love twice that evening before
finally falling asleep in each others arms. Well, we had something
to talk about at work now.
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