Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2002 00:18:34 +0000 (GMT)
From: Benzedrine Bedlam <benzedrine_bedlam@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: the photographer part 7

Sorry this part has been so long in arriving, thanks for bearing
with me. Thanks to Rob, for his encouragement!
Please let me know if you have any comments on this story
I love to hear from readers.
BB


Part 8 -- The next morning


I awoke to a strange sensation, I rolled over, and bumped
into a body.  I lay still gathering my memories.  Did I
make love with this man? Shit shouldn't I remember it? My
eyes raked over Serge's body as I recalled the previous
evening.  How we had talked, the wine, the kisses, oh
Serge.  I felt a wave of sympathy, as the memories of last
night flooded over me.  I thought how Serge had confessed
his pain.  I gazed at him, his face was calm in sleep, the
long, dark lashes brushed his smooth cheeks.  He breathed
deeply and murmured, his eyes fluttering open, a sleepy
smile curled his lips.  I smiled back

"Morning gorgeous"

"Mmm," he frowned, I could see him work through his memory
of the previous evening, repeating the process I had just
been through.

"Umm, Mike, did we make love?" His voice was sleepy, I
leaned over to kiss him.

"Not yet" I answered, smiling, I licked my lips.  Then I
jumped him.

I kissed Serge's lips, a deep, crushing kiss, I sucked his
lips into my mouth, taking possession of his tongue.  His
mouth was warm and wet, inviting me in.  I accepted,
delving into him, my tongue searching out hidden depths, I
licked all around, tasting him.  Moving away form his
mouth, I kissed his face, up his nose, and across his eyes,
Serge moaned in pleasure, lapping up the stimulation I was
giving him, taking his cue, I stuck my tongue out, I licked
from his temple down his jaw, Serge gasped as I hit the
spot below his ear, I kissed and nibbled my way down his
delectable smooth neck, Serge was groaning in appreciation
now, his body bucking into mine.  I stoked his arms and
chest while I pleasured him with my tongue.  My hand
brushed Serge's nipple, as if I had given him an electrical
shock Serge cried out

"Yes, oh Mike" and thrust his body against me, I could feel
the arousal that my tongue bath was causing, I crawled on
top of Serge and looked down at my lover.  He lay with his
eyes half closed in pleasure awaiting my next move, as I
stared at him I could feel my own hardness throbbing with
my heartbeat, I moved against Serge, rubbing my body
against his, he reared up, pressing his cock into me, I
thrust back briefly, then pushed him down into the bed,
raising up onto my knees, I prepared to pleasure Serge, to
drive him wild.  Looking him in the eye, I bent my mouth to
his left nipple, with the tip of my tongue I licked all
around the taut bud, he inhaled sharply.

"Do that again" he gasped.

I moved closer to him and renewed my efforts on his
nipples, moving from one to the other.  Serge responded to
my increased fervour, sighing with pleasure, I moved my
hungry tongue lower, kissing his flat belly, I swirled my
tongue in his bellybutton, causing him to giggle, was my
lover ticklish? I decided now was not the time to find out,
and moved on, turning my attention lower to his thighs.  As
I bypassed his cock Serge groaned in disappointment, but
time enough for that, I had no intention of hurrying.  I
moved between his legs, stroking and kissing his strong
thighs.  I looked up to my prize.

His cock was straining, and leaking precum, 7 1Ú2 inches of
circumcised manmeat, it rose straight and proud to wink its
velvety smooth head at me.  I winked back, and descended on
it.  Serge cried out as I plunged his long dick deep into
my mouth, he lay back against the pillows, his hands
clenching the sheets, gasping as I swallowed his cock.  I
bobbed up and down, my hands exploring every inch of flesh
within their reach.  I swirled my tongue around his cock,
feeling its hard smoothness, drawing off, I licked its
length like a lollypop, finishing by flicking the tip
rapidly with the tip of my tongue, it must have done good
things for Serge, he half sat and cried out, I plunged deep
again, and alternated between flicking the crown and deep
throating him.  In no time Serge was grunting and gasping

"I'm cumming, yes, Mike, make me cum" he gasped.  I sucked
him deep, and felt his tension, he screamed my name and
spurted his creamy cum into my waiting mouth, I swallowed
his sweet-salt cum, sucking it out of him as he fell back
against the pillows.  As my lover returned to the planet, I
licked him clean, gently tonguing his deflating cock.

Serge stroked his hands through my overlong hair, then
roughly pulled me upright, he kissed me, fiercely and
hungrily, I responded, my own need growing uncontrollable,
I thrust my hard, dripping meat against his thigh, my cum
boiling in my nuts.  I could not remember when I was last
so horny.

"Mike, I want you, I want to taste you.  Mike, I'm going to
make you cum." He pushed me onto my back, and went down on
me.  I felt more than heard my scream of pure pleasure
reverberating through me.  Serge looked up shocked at the
noises I was making.

"Don't stop!" I begged him "Oh, yes, Serge, suck me, make
me cum, ahh, oh yes, I need it, I need to cum, please make
me cum." I felt my orgasm building as Serge continued to
suck for all he was worth on my cock, as I rose higher my
moans became gasps and cries.

"Yes, oh yes, Serge, I'm cumming, oh god yes" I screamed as
shot wildly into his waiting mouth.  Serge lapped it all
up, sucking the cum from my cock.


I returned to myself, and to my lover some time later.  We
were lying on the bed, in a tangle of limbs.  A warm,
wonderful feeling flooded through me as I realised there
was nowhere else in the world I would rather be, and nobody
else I would rather be with.  I turned to Serge wanting him
to share everything I was feeling with him.  He smiled back
into my eyes, and I knew then, that he felt it too.
Gathering Serge into my arms, I pulled the covers over us,
and we drifted off for a nap, snuggled close together.


I woke as the sun streamed through the open blinds, which I
had neglected to close last night, beside me Serge slept
on, the sun picked out the line of his tanned body against
the white sheet.  He stirred and turned towards me.

"Hello" I said, smiling at him, Serge blinked sleepily,

"Umm, what time is it?"

"Who cares? We have all the time in the world." As I spoke
I reached for Serge, running my hands over his body, as I
trailed my fingers across his chest he breathed in deeply,
I pushed him onto his back and continued to caress his
body, god he was gorgeous, I drank in the sight of him, he
was totally relaxed, his eyes closed, his breathing deep
and even, in repose his muscles had an air of passive
strength, he was well built, but not pumped up muscly with
tanned, smooth skin.  I stoked some more, and then leaned
down, and grazed his right nipple with my tongue.  I was
rewarded with a gasp, Serge's eyes flew open.

"Mmmm, that's sooo good, do it again."

Eventually we were driven out of bed by hunger of another
sort, Serge suggested an Italian deli which did good
breakfasts, so we suffered ourselves to dress and leave the
flat.  The day was warm, full of the promise of summer, so
after breakfast we walked lazily through the park.  As we
walked we chatted of inconsequential things, favourite
films, past holidays, happy things.  I didn't want Serge to
return to the melancholy of the previous evening, but I
could see the problems were only dismissed for a short
while.



Parts 8 will be along shortly, promise! In the mean time
I would love to hear from you.
BB

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