Let's Indulge Together
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Hello Reader,
I've wanted to write something a little different for a while now. Something a little shorter and outside of my normal writing style. If you do enjoy this, I'd happily write more. At the moment my studies are picking back up and I'm about to start my next year at University so there will probably be a short pause before my next story. I find writing has really helped me explore parts of my newly found sexuality and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. I try to reply to comments as I see them, so feel free to leave any suggestions and whether you liked the story, but no pressure if you just want to enjoy yourself.
Have a lovely day and remember how important you are.
Francesco x
Let's Indulge Together
Sat on the sofa in my room, the wall stares blankly at me. Watching my hands, my arms and my legs sit patiently. I feel the room air sit on my shoulders, not moving, not making a sound, as I feel the vibration of a zip move down against my thighs. The tight denim peels from my legs, revealing pale white skin on a toned leg. The denim sits and drags off my knees as I work them down with my feet until they fall to a clump on the floor. A thick bulge kicks against a tight orange cage around my groin. I feel pressure as you push me back against the sofa, digging me deeper and deeper into its cold grip. My chest against your hand pushes back with the beating of my heart as it pulses through me and into you. Your hand takes the orange cage and rips it from my body. In a single tear, the fabric shoots sharp pains that end in the cold feeling of the leather sofa on my cheeks. My dick ejects outwards, swinging vertically in the air to be grabbed by your rough grip. âCan you have meâ I say softly as your hand around my neck tighten, causing me to deliciously choke. Youâre not one to hold back I see. Youâve wanted my young body for a while now. I know. And itâs okay. Iâve wanted it too. You lean into my neck and lick me slowly up to my cheek. I can feel your breath rolling like cum across my neck, warming every inch. Your tongue course and hard tears my skin and fills my dick. Waving I can feel the warm air from our bodies causing such tempting syrupy pain around it, as it searches the air above my body for any contact with you. Standing up, with the back of your hand, you swipe it, fast or slow its up to you. Either makes it move upwards harder than it was before. Again and again, until it begins to sweat forced dew drops of cum from its tip.
You sit down and with legs wide you place your arm around my back and I fall into your thick chest. You hold me tight and my legs cross over yours, compressing my hard dick against your jeans. You can probably feel it canât you, pushing against you, throbbing against those loose jeans youâre wearing. Wouldnât you like someone to make you more comfortable? My hand plays with the rim of your shirt, skating my nail up and down like a skating ramp. It makes me smile and giggle a little. After a little skating across your chest, maybe you deserve something a little harder. I think thatâs what you deserve, donât you? Iâm going to bring my hand down and slip my hand up your shirt. You take a deep breath as my soft skin moves up across your abdomen and onto your chest. My nails pull and scratch you skin, plucking your nipples as they do so. Do you like that? Maybe you need something harder still. Holding my hand out from your chest, I take me forefinger and thumb and clamp them against your nipple. Your eyes bulge briefly as you realise the control youâve lost and given to me. But itâs okay, you can trust me. I only want to play. I slowly twist. At first the feelings quite nice, almost like a stretch. Then you feel a small sting as my fingers rotate more and more. Twisting and turning. Pulling and gripping. At about half a full turn, you grip the leather sofa with your hands but you donât want out yet, weâve just got started. Shots of electricity shoot across your chest sparking like honey and sending spice across your groin like itâs on fire. You grip my body tighter against yours as we keep⌠slowly⌠turning. My nails dig into your nipples carving out new grips as they twist all the way round. Your head bounces against the back of the chair. You want more donât you. Such a man falling to my fingers, but I know when to stop, to make you want more fun. Thatâs why were here isnât it. For you to cum. For you to cum as you read my words. Such a big man, to let my story make you rub harder and harder. Up and down. You can feel the skin of your dick and the veins underneath as you grip your dick harder as you read. You can cum whenever you like. Iâll still be here. A vision and voice from your thirsty mind. Such control youâve given me, author to reader, that the words I write should make you want to feel my supple tongue lick the dick you grip so tightly now, the dick that drips across your fingers honey against my velvet words.
I release my fingers and your chest unravels nearly to how it was. You brush your hand over my face. You have such a rough hand, like corse sand paper against my cheek, but I like it. I stand, and as I do, my naked body is presented to you like a virgin trophy. My skin tight with inexperience and cold to the touch. Needing guidance, my butt curves the light from our living-room lamp and casts a curved silhouette down onto the table, like a fresh firm peach. My back straightened, I bend over, dragging my dick against my legs as I touch my toes, looking at you through my legs. I giggle a little as I see you watch my body. Watching my⌠virgin⌠cold⌠toned⌠tight⌠body dance for you. My arse cheeks close enough to grab and squeeze. Bouncing for you with fat wanting to be tamed. But your know your place and I know mine. Yours is with your hand against your dick chocking it like a hose, and mine is a quiet voice in your head as a picture between your warm wet legs. I straighten up and kneel inside your bearing stance. My fingers wrap around your trouser legs, which at the moment you still had on can you believe. You feel the back of my cold finger slide under against your waist, and pull your jeans down, first to your knees, then to your ankles. Your dick flops out against your abdomen and I climb onto your body for us to connect like youâve never done before. Sitting on your knees, facing you, I slide my butt forwards, slipping against your muscular legs until our balls sink into each other like bags in tea. Yours are so warm. They feel hot and absorb me like warm pudding. As your balls wrap themselves and shape to mine, you feel my coldness and my tightness loosen with your warmth, and yours tighten and suck as they get colder from mine. We dance together, pulling and pushing our balls closer until I feel like Iâm falling deep inside you. Mixing and cuming our wet warm sperm over your chest.