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4 - Horny

3:01am

Brian

“You really could go for 24 hours, couldn’t you?” His eyes are wild and full of wonder and mischief. It’s exactly that kind of look that keeps me craving him day after day.

I chuckle and lick his creamy thigh; after hours of sex, the skin there still tastes clean somehow.

“You know the answer to that,” I murmur as I trail kisses up his thighs, occasionally biting at the smooth skin. “I think I’ve exhibited my voracious sex drive to you on a few occasions,” I smile up at him and wink.

“Having a fierce libido is one thing, having the best sex drive in the tri-state area is another, but if we keep this up, you might set a Guinness Book world record.”

I laugh again; I love some of the shit that comes out of his mouth. “WE might set a record. You’ve matched me orgasm for orgasm and I intend to keep it that way. Hell, it’s your fucking birthday; for all intents and purposes you should come at least as much as I do.”

He stares at me with this sweet, sultry smile on his lips, but doesn’t say a word.

“What?” I finally pry. I find myself more and more interested in what he’s thinking these days.

“I love it when you say ‘intensive'.” He just keeps smiling.

“Mmmm,” I murmur into the soft skin high up on the inside of his thigh, “that’s nice, but I didn’t say ‘intensive’.” I start to climb up his body, dragging my wet lips over random areas of skin as they pass beneath me.

“Yes you did, just then,” he says with bated breath.

“Huh?” I grumble, still skimming my lips all over his skin.

“You said ‘for all intensive purposes.’”

I stop dead in my tracks and look up at him with a shit-eating grin in my face. “The correct phrase is ‘for all intents and purposes’ – there’s no ‘intensive’ in there…” I stop myself before I really start making fun of him. Then, for the sake of keeping the peace on his goddammed birthday I add, “but if ‘intensive’ is what gets you there...” I press my lips to his ear, “Intensive, intensive, intensive, intensive.” I keep chanting the word until he’s panting. Sometimes the simplest things turn him on. He’s so easy – of course, so am I. Maybe that’s why we still work. A certain pair of pants, a particular flavor of ice cream, a simple word, a sultry smile – he’s always horny so it doesn’t take much to get him going.

Justin

Jesus, I don’t know what it is about that word, but when Brian says ‘intensive’ my stomach flutters and my groin tightens. I tell him I like to hear him say it, knowing he’ll indulge my idiosyncrasy a bit. Of course, he then points out I heard him wrong and I have the devastating realization that I’ve been hearing the phrase ‘for all intents and purposes’ as ‘for all intensive purposes’ (as if that even means anything) my whole life. I’m so relieved when Brian stops short of calling me an idiot. He’s actually really sweet about it – I wish I had more than one birthday a year.

I don’t know how many more times I can come. My body’s starting to feel the ache a little. Don’t get me wrong, it’s excellent. It’s hot and amazing and I love the way Brian’s handling me and being so damn loving. But, I’m not a fucking teenager anymore, it actually does take more than rubbing my dick up against a tree to get hard. Luckily, when it comes to sex with Brian, it doesn’t take much more than that.

I can feel my dick starting to stir again. I can't believe it’s thinking about getting hard again so quickly. I have to question the amazing limits of the human body in moments like these. Could I really keep having sex for 24 hours if the circumstances were just right? Would I eventually pass out from sheer exhaustion? How often would I need to eat and drink to keep going for that long? Is today the day I’m going to get the answers to these questions of ultimate concern? (I had a philosophy class in high school, and the teacher would start each class by discussing ‘questions of ultimate concern’ – things like ‘why are we here?’, ‘what is the meaning of life?’ and so on. Funny how my world view has shifted since then. Now I’m asking questions like, “If you come in your sleep and you’re not awake to enjoy it, did you ever really come at all?”)

“Justin,” I shake my head to clear my mind of thoughts about my high school teacher when I hear him say my name.

“Sorry,” I smile at him, as he hovers above me with a carnal grin.

“Where did you go?” he asks innocently.

 

“You don’t wanna know,” I huff a small laugh.

“Sure I do,” he answers honestly.

I raise my eyebrows and give him my best ‘all right, you asked for it, idiot’ look. “It had to do with my high school philosophy class.”

“If you’re actually able to think about about high school or philosophy while I’m trying to fuck you – we’re in deep shit trouble.”

I roll my eyes and then roll on top of him.

“Relax, it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. And it wasn’t a class about just Western traditions so I was kind of thinking about Buddha and that ties into Tantra.” I lean down and kiss him softly. He sighs a little, which makes me giggle cause I know he’s happy I’ve shut up. “I think it’s time I returned some of these favors, Mr. Kinney.” He’s been pretty selfless all night. I’m starting to feel a little guilty.

“Don’t start with that ‘Mr. Kinney’ shit. We're not playing teacher’s pet. It creeps me out.”

I laugh as he shudders theatrically. Role-playing is fine and good most of the time, but some of the games I’ve come up with (like teacher’s pet) freak Brian out a little. He liked my school uniform, but when I wouldn’t stop calling him ‘Mr. Kinney’ he put an end to that particular variation of kink.

Brian

Justin straddles my thighs and, almost unconsciously, slowly starts rubbing our barely-erect dicks together. There are little habits he’s developed, like rubbing against my crotch any time he’s near it, that are pretty sexy. He also plays with my hair when we watch TV. He lets his hands run through the shorter hairs in back until I get chills and then he massages the top of my head while he twirls the longer hair up there around on his fingers. It’s pretty nice. If I ever tell him I like it then he’ll give me shit about it. So, I just keep my mouth shut and thank him silently for developing yet another habit that benefits me.

I arch my back a little to line us up better. We both gasp at the increased friction. When he realizes what he's doing, he smiles down at me.

“You always do that,” I comment off-handedly.

“What?”

“Rub my dick.”

“Uh yeah, that’s because we fuck constantly, Brian.” He rolls his eyes at me. Little shit.

I pinch his side, hard. “You do it even when we’re not fucking. We could be fully clothed in the kitchen and you grind up against my crotch like a cat scratching an itch. Just admit it, you’re addicted to my dick.”

“I wasn’t denying that,” he whispers against my lips just before he kisses me. I know he’s pleased that I’ve noticed something he was perhaps unaware of.

“As long as you admit it,” I reply with a wickedly cocky smile.

“Hey, I own up to my obsessions. Of course, you’re addicted to my ass WAY more than I’m addicted to your dick, so get over yourself.”

I flip him over and pin his wrists beside his head. He gives me a wild look that says I’m in trouble for doing that. “Whatever.”

He yells when give his right nipple a hard bite. It’s moments like these that I’m thankful for thick walls and few neighbors.


Justin

Brian starts in on me again. It’s official, he wins the award for Pittsburgh’s Horniest Man. Not that he hasn’t had the title safely secured for the last decade – but I might be the first man to be on the receiving end of it for an extended period of time. Hell, we’re going on four years (on and off) and if tonight is any indication of what’s to come…ahhhhhhhhh.

“Brian,” I murmur as he swirls his tongue in my navel. I used to hate that and squirm away from it, but one day he told me he liked sticking his tongue in there and give my belly a mini-fuck. Something about that explanation just turned me on. Safe to say, I think it’s sexy now.

He moves over my skin, softly and slowly playing with every inch of it. I go into a trance as I concentrate on just the way his tongue feels against different parts of me.

Eventually he moves up my body, trapping me under his weight. I love that surrounded feeling I get when he lies on top of me. It’s warm and safe and intimate.

He bites my lips a little and trails his tongue along my jaw. Suddenly he stops and looks at me. We stare for such a long time that I know I'm starting to blush. Something about those hazel eyes gets me every goddamned time.I run my hands through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. I know he loves it when I play with his hair, but he’ll never admit it. I love that it makes him shiver and relax whenever I do it.

His tongue and teeth move over my neck and chest and my eyes drift closed from the pleasure of it, but I don't think I'll be sleeping any time soon. I was thinking a nap about now would be a good idea, especially since he wants to go at it all day, but my dick has different ideas.

He rubs his crotch against mine a little, as if checking to make sure my dick’s still ready and waiting. Then he smirks a little, “Now, back to those internal orgasms....”

Oh dear lord…
3:51am

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