Appetizers

My name is Liam and I am 34 years old. I, who had always managed to kill relationships, had been leading a happy, harmonious relationship with my friend Elias for no less than five years now.

And we still manage to maintain the erotic tension and to heat each other up and make each other glow.

A Friday at 5 p.m. A mutual friend would have the big party of her birthday with us today. A few selected, but exquisite guests are invited. She didn't like celebrations that were too sprawling. The start should be punctually at 7 p.m. I will send the confirmation of the time to Elias via email.

When I get home, I take off my shoes first. I like to walk around the apartment barefoot. I want to prepare the odeuvres.

In between, I want to get rid of my too formal clothes and put on casual wear. Only in boxer shorts do I rush back to the kitchen when my old-fashioned kettle starts whistling. A cup of Earl Gray is one of my daily rituals.

The tea is still on the table when the door is unlocked. Elias is at home. Irresistible.

"Where are you, darling?" calls he.

"In the kitchen, my dear!" I call back. He comes in, pauses and seems slightly astonished, then grins suggestively.

After all, I still only wear one textile piece. His eyes glitter lustfully and his pupils dilate as he licks his lips.

Without saying much, he raids me, presses his lips to mine, and then intertwines his tongue with mine.

He presses himself close to me and we rub our lower bodies against each other so that each of us feels the hard excitement of the other. I love how he tenderly caresses my oral cavity. I purr.

His hands slide down my bare back and take my bum in a headlock. I am pinched by him. And what a pinch.

He stops kissing and taking my breath away for now. He pulls my underpants down and off. My boner jumps towards him, whooping and already licking, panting, so to speak.

He lets his index finger slide into my mouth, which I suck and lick, oblivious to myself. Moistened in this way, he pushes it up my butt. Keep kneading my seat meat.

He takes my mouth again at high frequency with his limba. He massages my prostate and I moan into Elias' mouth. I have the safe feeling that I am about to fall, but he holds me mercilessly, which I very much appreciate.

He doesn't speak all the time. The lust has darkened his gaze. The heat flows in waves through my body and my cock twitches, pulsates, knocks unbridled.

Before I know what's going on, he lifts me with his strong arms onto the worktop, with my gluteus maximus and the delta that splits it, into the middle of the odeuvres. Hummus, rice and grape leaves will soon be mushy and decorate me.

Elias massages my thighs, firmly grasping my cockstand that I gasp. My desire grows exponentially and makes my brain seething.

I spread my legs and pull him towards me. He gently pushes my tingling, searing upper body onto that very snow-cold worktop.

He bends his knees and his heavenly wet lips and his virile tongue take my glans licking and sucking on.

He sipped my precum loudly. He knows how wild this tone makes me. I push forward to paradise, rapt and he takes me in almost completely. At the same time he plays with my plump eggs, which scream for release from this sweet torment and yet do not want it.

His head moves up and down at a rapid pace. I'll be ticking off soon. I groan with a deep moan and let my surge of salty liquid unleash into his body like sea spray. Blissfully raptured, he is losing himself at the moment.

His throbbing hardness now calls for catharsis. My legs come to rest on his shoulders. Thanks to his pleasure drops and spit, his dick is nice and slippery.

With a single powerful thrust he enters my wonderland through my sphincter. A more than welcome conqueror.

I sigh ecstatically and let myself fall completely into these uplifting sensations. I am his entree, his main menu and his dessert at the same time. Very appetizing and tasty. We are both always for each other.

I seem to be floating. It's good that I'm lying down. Now even his strength would no longer protect me from buckling.

Fierce and passionate, with an increasing intensity, he thrusts into me faster and faster. Our breathing rate is on a high level. And we moan as well as scream.

The muscles inside my ass grips the hand of this love bone and takes its juice as it sucks out its marrow. He marks me with pressure as he injects into me.

His scream is choked and my breath is choppy. In quick succession we climax.

"You are delicious as always!" Elias whispers into my ear, kisses it softly when, to my regret, he decouples himself from my glowing, steaming body.

My breath only gradually becomes calmer. He takes a quick shower. I slide off the countertop and love the way Elias' hot sauce slowly runs down onto my balls and thighs.

I feared it. The odeuvres are ruined. And various individual parts are stuck to my back, which includes my arse. Here had to be cleaned first. So I gather the packaged cheese platter from the fridge.

Off to Elias in the shower for another snack, I smile in anticipation.

Footnote: limba is Romanian for "tongue", but it isn't possible with my keyboard to mark it with the correct accent. La revedere until the next time. Thank you, who take their time to read my stories! I appreciate that very much!