Sebastian tells Zorn to get up and sit in the chair opposite.
“I want to look at you. I want maximum satisfaction concentrating on your physique. Your flawlessly formed manhood. I want you to tease me, rub your chest, flex your muscles, play with your dick. I want you to create the deepest desire to experience you.”
“I want to feel that anticipation that nearly drives one crazy when you are waiting in a bookstore for the huge dick in the booth next to you. You don’t know if he will push his dick through the glory hole and give you the experience he promises. Sometimes those men bring the dick close to the hole, jack on it for a little while, and then withdraw. He even bends down and looks at you while you are anxiously dripping copious amounts of pre-cum.”
“Make me want you with that intensity.”
Zorn complies, seeing his ideal father figure before him. Zorn smiles, revealing his bright white teeth. He squeezes his nipples, rubbing them, taking pre-cum and covering them, rotating his fingers over the roseate circles.
Sebastian feels a deep impulse build inside him. He rubs his chest and pets his abdomen, avoiding his leaking cock. He sees a growing intensity in Zorn’s behavior.
Zorn rubs his pre-cum over the dick head, paying special attention to the rim, which he encircles many times. Zorn swats his dick, jacks it, and swats it again, smiling at Sebastian the whole time.
Sebastian collects his pre-cum in his hand, brings it to his mouth, and ingests it. The next collection ends up spread across his nipples while he pinches them, flicks them, and gently rubs them.
As Zorn jacks his dick, he squeezes his chest. The nip-topped mounds flick, emphasizing their massiveness. Sebastian pinches his nipples.
Sebastian speaks, “I want you to feel, to squeeze your muscles, one by one. Please pinch your muscles and remember how hard you’ve worked to turn yourself into a visual demigod. Squeeze each forearm. Remember the commitment to godhood. Each day is full of a regimen, day in and day out, so, like tonight, you can move among men admired but always from afar. Right now, I’m teasing myself because there is no end to the memory of moments like this. We can always cum.
But what I am experiencing right now is a wave of pleasure that fills me, knowing we haven’t even cum. It’s almost as if the longer we delay orgasm. Maybe we can feel an orgiastic release simply by worshipping each other’s bodies.
It’s like having a world-renowned porn star of exceptional beauty right in front of me. And yet, unlike those simply lovely bodies, you are real. You are a man who took the structure of his body and built masculine beauty. I can reach out anytime and feel what is before me with my hands and body. But the feeling derived from just being close to you and looking at you is overriding my desire to ingest your cock or have you on your knees sucking my dick. I know that will happen, but my overriding feeling suppresses the desire for those actions while making me want to experience them all the more. Talk to me while you caress your body.”
“Wow! That’s a new one. What do you want me to say?”
“That’s up to you. You can discuss world affairs if you want to, or you can discuss what’s happening between us.”
“I’m a little confused because it’s as if I am in a dream right now. Let me explain. In my struggle to make my body as attractive as it can be, I never had any help with my efforts. And right now, here in this room, I feel genuine validation. I look at you, Zeus-like in your demeanor, and I want to experience everything about you. I want to suck you.
“I want you to suck me. I want to sixty-nine with you. I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me. I want to hold you. I want to sleep with you. I want to kiss your neck. Suck on your nipples. Lick your abs. Slather your hole with my pre-cum and work my finger and then fingers up your ass. I would drink your piss.
“That’s what I’m trying to say. I can’t stop all these thoughts from bouncing around. I look at you, and I see manly perfection. You have a mind with feelings, and you also have such a built-up chest. It’s an ideal blending of the physical, mental, and spiritual. You don’t have to flex for people to see your muscle mass, biceps, and triceps. I am envious. And I’m overwhelmed just being here and observing you and knowing there is nothing between us other than the most fundamental of feelings, the primal urge unfettered by any exterior force.
“We are in a certain moment that can never be repeated; no matter how much we exchange energy, this moment cannot be duplicated.
“It’s as if sadness colors the perfection of our union, knowing that no matter what we do, it will vanish as a memory tomorrow. But we are in the now, so let us take it to the limit in any way we choose.”
“You’re getting way too philosophical for me. I want to have sex with you.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. We’re having sex whether we touch one another or not. The best sex is desire, not satisfaction. Make me desire you. Make my desire overwhelm my body. Let my pre-cum flow just looking at you. Let our mutual observation of each other build an unspoken desire that communicates itself by just being in each other’s presence. Stand up from where you are sitting and display yourself as if you were competing in a bodybuilding competition.”
Zorn stands up, relaxed, making no effort to display his muscles. He rubs his hands over his abs, squeezing them so Sebastian can see not only the abs but the veins beneath the skin resting over the tightened muscles. Zorn lowers his right hand and cups his balls. He lifts his other arm and flexes his biceps, making the veins stand out. Then Zorn flexes both arms simultaneously, turning his back to Sebastian. Zorn bends down, tenses his ass cheeks, and pulls them apart, revealing his hairless asshole.
Sebastian twitches, enjoying the display.
Zorn shows off his thighs and his calves, rubbing his legs from top to bottom. Standing like a statue, he flexes his pectorals, making them bounce up and down before leaning forward, tensing his whole upper body.
“Damn, Son, look how much pre-cum you’ve got me flowing. You are truly a demigod. You need to be immortalized in marble like some classical ideal.”
Zorn moves his right arm in front of his chest and flexes. He then flexes his left arm in the same position. Zorn drops both arms and then lifts his hands to tweak his nipples.
“Come over here and play with my nipples. Pinch them, suck them, kiss them, bite them. I want to feel your mouth devouring them back and forth.”
“Oh, you’re giving the orders now?”
“Why not? I’ve got a brain and a face that appears on magazine covers, six-pack abs, arms any man would wish or work out for, pecs that can bounce indefinitely, and I photograph like I’m in my twenties. I’ve got all the qualifications I need right now to have control. Money can buy men like me for a short duration to satisfy their lust, but they are not me. I’m here giving myself to you, so why shouldn’t I let you know what my desires are?”
“You’ve stated things clearly without being narcissistic. I respect that. Let me begin satisfying your wants and desires,” Sebastian states as he rises and stands in front of Zorn. Sebastian leans down and kisses his right nipple and moves cautiously to his left nipple. Stepping back, his fingers flick both nips at once before gripping them tightly and squeezing until he sees a response in Zorn’s eyes.
“You like that?”
“I like that. I want you to do more,” Zorn replies.
“Let me eat your ass.”
Zorn turns around, bends over, and spreads his cheeks.
Sebastian drops to his knees, kissing the pucker hole as if it were an act of religious devotion. Zorn moans. Sebastian inserts his tongue with care in a circular motion.
“Keep it up,” Zorn articulates.
Sebastian sucks, licks, and tortures the pouty, reddened, puffed-out anus.
“Go ahead, fuck me,” Zorn commands.
Sebastian withdraws his mouth, stands, rubbing the dripping head of his cock against the well-lubed fuck tube.
“I want to feel you filling me up. Fuck me, Sebastian.”
Sebastian inserts himself deeply with controlled speed. When Sebastian’s dick fully completes its mission, Zorn pushes back.
“I can take it all,” Zorn informs Sebastian.
“I’ll give you all of it without hesitation,” Sebastian responds.
The two perfectly formed men unite in the primal act of giver and receiver. Their bodies move in tandem.
Zorn moans. “Fuck me. Fill me with your juice.”
“You want me to cum?” Sebastian questions.
“I want to feel you give up your manliness and fill my ass with your essence.”
Sebastian complies, fucking more quickly and deeply. His dick slides in and out, pulsating as his balls twitch and bind themselves closely to his groin.
“I want you to cum with me. Jack your magnificent cock with the lube from my dick.”
Sebastian pulls out, lathers his hand, reaches around and covers Zorn with precum and ass juice.
Sebastian reinserts himself as Zorn jacks his cock.
“I’m giving you what you want,” Sebastian speaks into Zorn’s ear as the cum fills Zorn’s ass and rattles his entire body. Sebastian reaches around and squeezes Zorn’s pecs.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Zorn utters as his body shoots his load into the void of pleasure.,
Both men breathe heavily from the exquisite moment of total release.
When their breaths return to a regular pattern, Sebastian exits Zorn’s ass.
Zorn reaches around, scoops Sebastian’s cum into his hand, and brings the gift of Sebastian’s body to his mouth. Zorn licks his hand, turns around, fills his mouth with the luscious liquid, coats his lips, and kisses Sebastian.
The two men melt into each other, embracing the residue of ecstasy, and wordlessly move to the bed.
Later, Zorn makes arrangements to meet Sebastian in Stockholm.
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