TaylorI stared innocently into Dave's eyes, clouded with a combination of alcohol and dreamy desire. One hand reached out to his face and brushed a random lock of bleached blond hair behind his ear. A sharp intake of breath on Dave's part accompanied my action, and his eyes closed in a moment of bliss while I ran my thumb over his flawless complexion. His eyes opened up to me once more and he gulped, nodding so slightly it may not have been a nod at all.
I leaned into him, licking my lips in a mirror of his own pre-kiss procedures. The feeling of his body, so tense at the initial mention of our kiss, relaxing when I finally let my lips rest on his own was pure perfection. It was everything a first kiss should be: sweet, pure, nervous, breathtaking. It's what I live for: The feeling of new lips against mine, the rush of knowing that the reactions in someone's body are caused directly by you, hearing the voice of someone that wants you saying your name...I'll always be addicted to physical contact.
Dave tasted like beer, but sweeter somehow. I didn't mind, anyway. I knew I probably tasted like beer to him, too. The flesh of his lips was so soft. I wanted to engulf his warm mouth in mine immediately, suck on those beautiful lips and make him feel so perfect he would never experience anything like it again, but I broke the kiss after just a few fantastic seconds. It took him a moment to open his eyes again, and when he did, he looked at me with such longing, yet with a hint of fulfillment. Dave wanted more of me; I knew he would, and I was counting on it.
I smiled into his gaze. "Was that okay?" I whispered to him. He nodded shyly and I continued toward my goal. "Can I do it again?" Dave swallowed again and, surprisingly enough, reached out to my shoulder and tilted his face in towards mine. His lips found mine in a few drunken advances with a little help from me, the sober one. This kiss was slightly more decisive than the first, his lips pressing a little more forcefully against my own. I delighted in his confidence and moaned quietly against his mouth to display my pleasure. Dave pulled away in what I could tell was a reluctant endeavor, but I pulled him back in for more. I am very practiced in sexual circumstances, but I'm also very spoiled. Taylor Hanson gets what he wants, and at that moment, Taylor Hanson wanted Dave Moffatt.
In the midst of some controlling emotions, I rolled him back onto his back and crawled atop him, leaving myself on all fours. I could feel an erection growing in my tight jeans and pressed harder against Dave's mouth, leaving us both gasping for air. My hair fell messily into my face and the sweat began to form on my brow from the closeness and heat of Dave. Two hands reached up from the body I had captured on the bed and scraped against my temples, fingers grasping at my offending tresses and pulling me down onto him. I shifted my top weight onto my elbows as my lips met Dave's yet again and I openly sucked on his bottom lip, pulling his mouth open. I nipped at it playfully before quickly transferring my attentions to the opportunity that had so splendidly presented itself.
My tongue darted into his mouth and out again quickly, only to enter in once more. Pleasantly enough, I soon felt his own tongue responding to my own, pushing, flicking, licking. I caught his tongue in my teeth during one of its advances and wrapped my lips around it, sucking on the tender organ in a seductive imitation of an even better exploit. I released him when he groaned, my intentions having been satisfied, and pressed my open mouth against his yet again. His hands presently left my hair and traveled to my hips where he left them, grasping at my sides in a desperate, yet silent, plea for more sexual attention. I decided to give him something wonderful, something he wouldn't expect, and something he would not be able to endure easily.
I groaned with pent-up wanting and lifted a hand from the bed to his face. I touched his cheek gently as I pulled away from his kiss and moaned loudly. "Dave..." My mouth formed the words through breath I didn't know I had. "I can't take it," I panted. I quickly moved my hand from his face to the button on my jeans and flipped it open, my straining manhood pushing the zipper down on its own accord. I leaned on one arm as I pulled my own dick out of my pants and gripped it. The head was already dripping with need when I started to pump, slowly at first, speeding up only when I couldn't take it anymore. I crunched my eyes shut and almost forgot about Dave, save for the fact that I was consciously putting on a show. My breath was short and hot and I could feel my shirt clinging to my body with sweat almost as much as I could feel Dave's eyes on me.
I heard him moan from somewhere far away, not really noticing until I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down onto my back as he sat up. Success is a beautiful thing. His hands worked quickly, removing my shirt in a swift motion that only left my cock unattended for a moment or two. He straddled me then, pushing my hand away from my sex and grabbing it in his own. His stroking was amazing; he used his full fist to tug me in rough motions that can only be described as more than incredible. He bent over my oblivious form and began sucking at my neck. The groans I was releasing were genuine, and I felt myself slipping into the bliss of orgasm quicker than normal. "Oh...Oh my God...Shit, Dave!" I cried, burying my face in the crook of his neck. My hips were thrusting toward him in a frantic manner. I was close, so close...
"Come on, baby," his whispered harshly at me. "Don't you wanna come for me?" Dave was suddenly sober, in control, and an expert at gay sexual situations. He slid down from my body so quickly I didn't comprehend the motion until I felt his wet mouth fully engulf my dick. The abrupt feeling of his lips wrapped around my member was all it took. I let loose with a scream and shot my hot seed into his throat. Orgasms...That's what I live for.
Scott
The rapturous sound that came from Dave's room was the perfect excuse to get away from the damned movies. Isaac was boring as hell, and I'd seen every one of those James Bond movies a ton of times. I grabbed another beer and left my thrilling companion sitting on the couch. He didn't really seem to notice when I slipped down the hallway.
I knocked softly on Dave's door, noting that the light was on, but it was strangely quiet after the loud exclamation I knew I'd just heard. I frowned when no one answered, and pushed the door open myself.
