Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2005 20:04:53 +0100
From: Desmond <desmond (dot) speaks (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: In real life part 2

If you're offended by stories involving sexual acts between consenting
adults of any gender, don't read the following.

In real Life, part 2

	When I recovered from our little session, I found Dez in the
kitchen, one arm around Decora's waist. He looked up as I entered and
lifted a finger to his lips surreptitiously; I took the hint and busied
myself with making enough scrambled eggs to feed a small army. I watched
him eat. A piece of egg white dripped to his chin and he winked at me,
picking it off and licking his finger. I almost choked as my softening
penis jumped in my underwear again.
	We went for a walk afterwards. I did my best to focus on the
conversation, though I tended to concentrate on Dez's voice instead of the
subject. I tried to remember as many details as possible - he would leave
soon and I didn't even know if he'd be willing to play later. That amazing
handjob could've been just a friendly gesture with no underlying meaning,
something a sweet guy like Dez would be likely to do. I didn't really need
to pine for a foreign crush, I reasoned with myself. I decided to go along
with whatever he was planning, or just drop the sexy visions altogether if
he proved straight.

	This year's SF blockbuster didn't hit theaters in Tellan's town
yet, so he suggested we go see it together. Dez agreed, shaking his head
wryly as he explained he'd have to wait three months to see it in his home
country. We piled into the cars. My spleen did a backflip as Selva slipped
into Decora's tiny sports car and Dez headed to mine with a Cheshire
grin. He sat in silence during the drive, listening to the guys in the back
seat chat idly about our girls. I admired his stealth as he waited for me
to pick a seat, then nonchalantly followed me down the row and sat next to
me, admonishing me to keep away from his popcorn. Laughing, he offered me
the container with one hand and waved to Decora with the other.
	The film started. We munched on that damn popcorn, slurped our
sodas and whispered ironic comments whenever the main characters did
something even sillier than expected. Dez set the empty container on the
floor, his arm touched mine, then I felt his hand stroke my forearm and our
fingers finally entwined. I had the father of all boners threatening to
bust a hole in my jeans. Dez maneuvered our hands into my lap, pulled up my
shirt and started slowly stroking my hard rod. The movie's score drowned
out both the quiet sound of fingernails scratching on denim and my small
moans as I felt an inquisitive finger rub around my cockhead, perfectly
outlined against the faded material of my pants. My lovely tormentor turned
his face towards me and I felt his breath on my cheek as he whispered.
	"You know, if I made you cum in your pants now, it'd dry before the
movie's over..."
	I managed a whimper.
	"Was that a 'Yes, Dez, bring it on'?"
	I nodded and licked my parched lips. The fingers on my cock resumed
their slow route, adding small squeezes along my length in a completely
random pattern; by the time he started rubbing me harder, the front of my
underwear was totally soaked with precum. I laid limply in the comfortable
seat, overcome with sensations.
	Dez's hand moved to the zipper. He opened it slowly, every movement
sending delicious vibrations down my shaft. I bit my lips as he touched my
cock through the thin cotton of my underwear, taking the soaked material in
two fingers and rubbing it against me. He gave my prick a squeeze and
reached to my balls, cupping them gently and rolling them in his palm. He
tugged at them rhytmically, rubbing against my cockhead with his forearm. I
thought I was in heaven, but then I felt his fingers slip into my
briefs. He played with my foreskin, sliding it up and down and rubbing my
glans inside his palm.
	Suddenly he removed his hand. I whined quietly, but then I saw him
rest it against his face in that typical "deep in thought" style. He was
licking his fingers surreptitiously. His eyes closed briefly as he breathed
in my scent and tasted precum. He shifted in his seat and once again
reached for my cock. As his wet fingers rested on my shaft, I offered a
small prayer of thanks to whoever invented high armrests.
	I was getting close to cumming. Dez felt my balls draw up and
pulled his hand out, carefully covering my cock with underwear. He zipped
my jeans in one fluid motion. I felt the zipper travel along my shaft,
miraculously without getting caught on my briefs; it sent ripples of
pleasure through my rigid prick. I started cumming right as he pulled it
all the way up, spurt after spurt soaking through my underwear and pooling
on my belly. My tensed muscles trembled and I moaned, the sound getting
lost in the crossfire as the main characters offed a horde of aliens on the
screen I wasn't looking at. Dez was squeezing my package, milking more cum
from my throbbing cock. I wished I could have his cock up my ass now, feel
it work against my prostate...
	I was a very happy, completely spent mess. Dez rubbed the pool on
my stomach, coating me with cum. I looked at his face, outlined in silvery
profile - he seemed completely oblivious, engrossed in the action as his
eyes followed the ample curves of a scantily-clad villainess. I admired his
composure.

	Right before the movie ended Dez patted my crotch and leaned
towards me. Once again I felt his breath on my cheek as he whispered: "I
told you it'll dry before the movie's over..."

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