Wednesday, 13 July 2016

the new house (part 2)

...clambering over the bed, he takes my head in his hands and kisses me.  He's hesitant at first, but soon we are as one, our mouths working against each other, hands caressing bodies.  He falls onto his back, and I climb atop him, stretching my relatively slender body out and across his mass as we continue to kiss.  He has a certain pose in bed - his right arm cocked behind his head, and his left wrapped around me - it is how I always think of him, and wish desperately I could capture it, but he has repeatedly denied me permission to photograph him in such an intimate pose.

We kiss, as always, for a long time - lazily exploring each other, refamiliarising ourselves with one another's bodies, until he wriggles out from beneath me and slides down the bed.  He takes my straining cock into his hand, then guides it to his mouth, using his tongue to tease me and then drawing away, only to return and lap at my balls.  I don't know how or what he does, but a ball tonguing from this guy is like no other, and I am twitching and moaning as he works my groin, able only to run my hands through his hair as he works his magic (the recollection, as I type this, is making me hard).  I tap his butt and ask him to swing his own body around so I can take him in my mouth as well, and we indulge in a lengthy and silent 69 until he climbs away and reaches for his dishdash.  Extracting some poppers from a pocket, he takes a lengthy pull and hands me the bottle.  One of our greatest pleasures is to kiss madly as the rush hits, and we are rolling all over the bed as we ride the high provided, then he repositions me and says "give me your back", which is his phrase for "time to fuck".  Of course, given the situation, we have no lube, so it's spit only.  Gulping a little water to generate more saliva, he coats himself and my hole then begins to enter as we both lie on our sides.   Goddamn it hurts, and I'm finding myself tense and pulling away, but he grabs my waist and draws me back onto him and he gently but firmly continues to enter me, using a minor push-pull to get my internal wetness spread, but it is still painful.  I have a minor flash of inspiration, and reach back to physically pull my ass cheeks apart - like a fucking twink - and lo, he glides right in.

Once in, the discomfort is gone, and he begins to pump at me as I lay there in a foetal position, moaning with pleasure, my arm now behind me and resting on his hip as he pistons in and out of me.  It's good, and I begin to clench and bear down on him, when he suddenly withdraws and rises to his knees.  With his cock pointed straight at me, he unleashes his usual massive load all over my torso, then, still panting, he grabs a handful of his cum and begins to stroke me, and I quickly shoot as well.

We lie together for a moment, then he leaps to his feet and, taking my hand, he assists me off the bed and we enter the bathroom.  He's still not sure how to drive the multi-head shower, and we get squirted at from all directions before sorting it out, freeing us to resume kissing under the warm water.  We exit and dry, then downstairs where we lie about on various couches as he quizzes me on my thoughts about his new home, but eventually I must depart, so I do.

I've been reflecting on "our" bedroom in his home, and I really have mixed thoughts.  Initially it was all incredibly romantic and whatnot, but now I'm feeling a little pressured, and moreso, curious as to how this is going to work in the longer term...  We'll see I guess.

Sunday, 10 July 2016

the new house (part 1)

So, what with the intense summer weather, the ongoing local holidays and observances, the lingering suspicions from my wife, AND computer issues, it's been pretty damn quiet.

However, the Engineer sends me a message - his new home is finally ready and furnished, but it will be some days before his family move in.  Would I like to visit?  Of course I would!!

He's in a suburb that's newly developed, and littered with both empty plots and partially built homes, and so new it doesn't feature on my GPS.  I drive around aimlessly for a while, when I realize that "over there" is a home lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree.  I head that way, and as I round the corner I see his car out front.  It's vast - by western standards it's a mansion - spread over 3 floors it's around 700sqm, and every light seems to be on.  I dial him just to make sure, and he opens the gate scowling - "get inside" he grunts, "the harus is around".  Now a harus is a combination security guard, watchman, driver and factotum, also notorious for their gossip.  A bit like "the concee-oyge" in the old days, but invariably male.

So we're inside, and I'm amazed.  Decorated in a combination of high French, high Saddam and contemporary, he's managed to combine the best and worst of almost everything, but he's so proud I can't help but share his enthusiasm as he takes me from room to room, explaining the provenance of certain pieces, the maker and/or label supporting other items and so on.  We get to the upper floor (via the elevator), and once he's shown me the gym (bikes, steam, sauna), the home cinema, and the servants quarters, he opens a final door with a flourish.  "This" he says, "is for us", and before me is a made-up, king sized, four poster bed with matching nightstands and an ensuite bathroom...  I blink, and he stands grinning - "you like" he asks hopefully as he takes me into his arms and kisses me.  "I made this for you" he says, and, quite frankly, I'm overwhelmed.  I've never had someone go to this level of effort, or experienced what is, in reality, an utterly romantic gesture.  "My wife thinks it is for guests, but I will never permit" he adds as he nuzzles my neck.

Breaking off, he mutters "towels", and instructs me to 'be ready' when he returns, and dashes into the hall.  I slowly strip, and am standing in my briefs when he returns minutes later, but he's unhappy.  "I wanted to come in and find you waiting for me in bed" he says, so I quickly oblige as he disrobes, and when he turns I am beneath the covers as expected.  "This is what I have wanted" he smiles as he climbs onto the mattress wearing only a grin...