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FROHIKE:
And harder than a rod of pure titanium. I lean forward and pull him in for
another deep soul kiss. He's
He's so sensitive, so responsive, so fucking sexy. . . In addition to the non-human sounds
he's producing, he's
Next stop--his belly button.
Cute little innie one. My tongue
His cock is standing, proud and tall,
from a patch of platinum
Nice. I bend over and wrap my lips around the circumcised head. His body tenses--"Oh, sweet Jesus!" he cries out--and flops back onto the bed. Taking my cue from his actions, I devour him hungrily, starting from the tip and slipping down in one fluid motion, until I feel him touch the back of my throat. I groan around his penis, as I feel my own dick stiffen and begin to throb. My God, it's been so long since I've been with someone. . .even longer since I've been with a guy. And never one I wanted as badly as I've wanted Langly. I kneel there for a long while, hardly moving, savoring the sensation of holding him deep in my mouth and my throat. I know I promised myself that this was for Ringo, but at that moment, I try to excuse my selfishness. Only his tortured whimpers break the spell, and I go back to work. I pull off of him entirely, despite
his noisy protests--I have
After a few minutes of this treatment, I go back to his cock, and deep throat him, down to the short and curlies. Up and down. Up and down. I lick--he groans. I suck--he moans. I don't let go, even as his hips buck off the bed, practically throwing me off of him. By his gasps and erratic movements, I can sense it won't be much longer, but even I am not prepared for the end when it comes. He thrusts one last time and releases
a high-pitched girlie cry
Very Langly. I nearly shoot off myself. A couple more hip jerks, and he collapses
bonelessly to the bed, completely spent, his chest rising and falling at
an alarming rate. I rest my head on his belly, and listen to his
breathing
"Urrggghhgg. . ." he gurgles, and
I smile. Well, at least he's
A smile spreads across his face as
he looks up at me, his eyes
"Huh?" Okay, I'm not my most articulate when I'm having sex. He sits up, which knocks me off balance a bit. "What about you?" I edge away from him and stand up by the bed--I'm so hard, I'm in pain, and all I want to do is get back to my room so I can jerk-off. "Ringo, tonight was for you, kid. Don't worry about me--I'll be fine." The smile quirks into a classic Langly
smirk. "Oh, yeah. . .I
I shrug, "Actually, it's just average
sized, Langly. Just my
"Whatever," he interrupts.
It's the last word he speaks as his
Closing my eyes, I feel Langly's hot lips wrap themselves around my dick head, his tongue teasing the little slit--the boy is a natural! I feel his hands reach around and cup my asscheeks, massaging them skillfully. My own hands find themselves tangled in that silken mop of his, easing him further down my pole. He slurps loudly as he sucks, and much like his kisses, there's very little style or panache, but his eagerness to please is quite evident, and I fear I'll pass out from the pleasure he is giving me. I don't last long--hell, I was so
far gone to begin with. With
When I'm finally able to get my breath
back, and stop my heart from beating out of my chest, I let him have it.
"Langly, that
Cutting me off in mid-rant, he states,
logically, "I knew you
Of course he's right. I never would have let anything bad happen to him. If I hadn't been sure I was 100% clean, I wouldn't have ever let it get this far. And his faith and trust in me not to harm him touches me deeply. Pulling up my pants, I marvel, "You're an amazing man, Richard Langly," before leaning down and giving him another thorough French kiss. Petting his cheek affectionately, thankfully, I turn to go. "Mel. . .where are you going?" he asks, timidly. I stop, my hand on the doorknob,
and look back at him. Big
"Oh." He sounds so disappointed. "I just thought you might..."and he tilts his head slightly, gesturing to the bed. Is he asking what I THINK he's asking? "It's been a long time since I've slept with someone, Langly," I tell him honestly. "And I *never* have," he answers, quietly. Oh boy. This was a big step. This was a HUGE step. This was a no-turning-back kind of step. Was I ready for this? Was he? I gaze again upon the young man sitting there, flushed and dazed, stripped completely bare, both inside and out--just watching me, expectantly. How could I possibly walk away from him, and all he was offering? "Give me a couple of minutes to lock up, okay?" I whisper, distressed by the tremor in my voice. In all the years I've known Langly,
I've never seen a smile like
LANGLY: I watch him leave, then crawl into
bed--remembering to first
Correction--this needs a whole new definition for *weird*! But--it was good. Damn good. Fucking great! My first time was with someone I knew and liked and cared about. . .and who cared about me, too. Okay, so he wasn't Walter Skinner. And so what if Frohike wasn't the most handsome man in the world--heck, who was I to talk? There is so much more to a person than just their appearances. Melvin is a good man, with a good heart, and he made me feel special. And loved. Plus he's an unbe-fucking-lievable
kisser! What more could I
He wanders back a couple of minutes later, just as I am drifting off to sleep. He has on that red-velvet Hugh Hefner robe of his, and I can't help but smile. For some reason, he looks sexy in it tonight. I turn down the edge of the blankets, inviting him in. By the look on his face, he's obviously surprised at my boldness. He shucks off the robe, revealing clean red-striped boxers, and nothing else. Boy, the guy is hairy. . .nice and hairy. Why do I feel like I have a really goofy grin on my face? He slips into bed beside me; I wait until he's settled and comfortable, then I punch him hard in the left shoulder. "OWW!!" he protests. "What the hell did you do THAT for? I swear, Ringo, if you're into that S and M shit, I'm outta here!" "Damn you, Frohike!" I chide. "Why didn't you TELL me how you felt?! We could have been doing this for the past decade!" "Hey, whoa!" he fires back. "You weren't the only one afraid of getting shot down. You admitted it yourself--I not exactly your ideal fantasy man." "No, you're not," I agree.
"But the reality is so much better
He actually sounds embarrassed. "Oh, Ringo." Outstretched arms reach for me, and
I crawl into them eagerly, resting my head on that yummy furry chest.
How could I have
"I've been saying that since the
day I met you," he snickers.
Nuzzling his neck, I sigh, "Frohike. . .I don't know how to begin to thank you." "We'll talk about a payment plan in the morning," he answers me, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Got a lot more to teach you, my boy." I can't help but smile--it wasn't
going to be just a one-night
"Watch it, punk-ass," he growls playfully,
"or you're back to
My smile grows as I snuggle close
to him. "I'm very eager to
His lips in my hair smother his words.
"Well, after all the
Had I been THAT loud?! "You think so?" I ask, warily. "And if not, we'll tell them they're
on their own Saturday nights
I tilt my head up and smirk. "Just Saturday nights?" A kiss lands on my cheek. "And
Friday nights." Another kiss
Chuckling, I lay my head back on
his chest, and can't resist
"Hmmm. . .?" he answers, removing his glasses and placing them next to mine on my nightstand. "I'm. . .I'm glad Skinner turned me away," I stammer. A small laugh rumbles in his chest. "Well, his loss." I giggle myself. Walter's loss
was Frohike's gain. . .and mine.
"Hmmm. . .?" he answers again, sleepily, happily. "I'm glad I waited. For you." He kisses me again on the forehead,
as he shuts off the light.
THE END
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