Exhibition of contemporary art

When I saw him there, across the room, I knew I had to have him; had to possess that valuable little ass, if merely for a hardly any moments.

I was attending a dreary little art show for some up and coming fresh homosexual artist. Until I spotted him my plan was to make my appearance, have a couple drinks; shake a couple of hands and acquire the hell out of Dodge. Then I saw him. My plans changed.

He was tall and lean, not quite lanky. I doubted him to be no greater amount than nineteen. His longish blonde hair fell into his eyes, as if trying to hide them from the world. I felt my weenie twitch as he looked my way, having felt my gaze on him. that guy gave me a sly knowing smile. this guy could see the want in my eyes.

I watched him turn and begin to walk away, but not in advance of giving me one last glance, challenging me to come hunt him down.

He walked around the room, talking to first one guy, then another, but constantly sneaking peeks at me, to see if that guy still held my audience. I let him play this little cat and mouse game for a whilst; enjoying the show; imagining what I would do once I had my prey cornered.

Finally I decided it was time to move in for the kill. I waited until he was engrossed in a conversation with yet another nice-looking boy, and I slipped away from the bar, at which I had been standing. I made my way across the room, not letting him see me. When this chab noticed my disappearance, this chab began looking for me.

Just when he was about to give up, thinking that I had left or found something better, I appeared out of thin air at his side.

“Hey,” I said, standing likewise close to him, letting him feel the heat of my breath on his ear. His eyes slid close and this guy took in a deep breath.

Slowly his green eyes opened back up, gazing into mine. “Hey,” this chab answered. “I saw u watching me.”

“I saw you watching me watch you,” I retorted.

His pink tongue snaked out and ran across his lips, “Where?” this guy knew what this was about.

“Follow me.” I reached out, grasping his wrist and turned, leading him out into the foyer and down the hall into the restroom.

I closed and locked the door behind us, then crammed him against the cold metallic of the door and began my attack.

First, his lips. I began kissing him slowly, letting my tongue explore his mouth, engulfing and biting his lips until they were red and swollen.

Then I pulled his shirt over his head, using it to pin his hands above his head. I began to work on his teats. First with soft licks, my tongue widen out flat, then flicking them with tip of my tongue, lastly engulfing them into my face hole and biting them lightly.

His breathing became heavy, his head rolled from side to side in pleasure.

I teased his nubs until they were red and raw, then I released his hands, pulling his shirt the rest of the way off and tossing it on the floor. I stared into his eyes with intensity while my hands made quick work of the buttons of his 501’s.

I shoved his jeans down to his ankles and took his unyielding tool into my hand, stoking it not fast as my other hand snaked around grasping the soft flesh of his butt cheek. His eyes slid closed and his head fell back against the door behind him. that guy let out a low despairing moan.

“Suck it,” this guy whimpered.

“Oh no. I have other plans for you,” I said, flipping him around so that that guy was facing the door. I leaned back admiring his butt for a moment, then dropped to me knees, needing to taste it for myself.

I pulled his cheeks apart and watched his aperture pucker in anticipation. I breathed in his musky scent, letting it suck me, then I leaned in and brushed the pink bud with the tip of my tongue.

His breath hitched at the sensation. I flattened out my tongue and licked from the base of his balls up over his almost any sensitive area stopping to circle his aperture then back down to his balls once more. this chab moaned again, pressing his a-hole back to me, wanting more.

I ate him until this chab was whimpering and begging me to fuck him. My own dong was trickling and when I could no longer await I stood, donned a jo-bag and entered him. Hard, forceful, sliding in until my balls slapped up against his buttocks.

I held him there, letting him adjust to my intrusion, then as I felt him relax and open up I began pumping into him.

Long slow strokes, sliding over his prostate with every thrust.

His hand reached down to pump his dick, but I grabbed it, pulling both arms up, over his head. Holding them there. “Uh uh. I desire you to come just from my wang in your ass,” I whispered into his ear, just in advance of I took the lobe betwixt my lips, engulfing on it playfully, then biting down, just hard sufficiently to make him squirm.

“You like that? A little ache can be a precious thing, isn’t that right?”

He whimpered once more as I slid one of my hands down from where I was holding his wrists and ran it across his chest, then clamped onto his left teat; squeezing it between my index finger and thumb; continuing to pound his a-hole with my dick.

“Ahhh,” this chab let out a soft cry.

I ran my hand on down his chest, past his 10-pounder and over to his thigh, where I began kneading the muscles there. Massaging the area next to his shlong. Teasing him, letting my hand brush his sack, but not taking ’em into my palm.

“Ahh, touch me. Please,” this chab whimpered.

“I am touching you,” I whispered, licking the sensitive skin just behind his ear.

“Touch my cock,” this chab pleaded.

“You want me to jack off u off?”

“Yeah, please.”

I left my hand slide over and trailed my finger slowly up the underside of his member. “Like this?”

“No, harder,” I could hear the frustration growing in his voice.

“Why? Isn’t my nine inch penis in your chute enough?”

“No, I mean, yes… Ah… Please, jerk me off.” this chab sounded so pitiful that I gave in. I clutched his tool and began jerking off in rhythm with my thrusts into his tight little ass.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he began chanting.

“You like that?”

“Oh fuck, I’m intend to shoot, oh fuck,” this chab continued.

Then his arse clamped down on my cock, squeezing it impossibly tighter as his load discharged out over my hand and onto the door. Think ropes that ran down to the floor, leaving a gooey trail behind. that guy knees started to buckle and I had to quickly let go of his wrists and grab onto his waist, holding him to me as I pumped into him a hardly any greater quantity strokes, letting my release take me.

I leaned against him, pinning him between my body and the door as I waited to recover from my orgasm; his young body so firm beneath mine.

This had turned into a glamorous valuable event afterall.