MyStandIN: Back to Joe (alternate ending)

4- Rain (NC)

- Joe... mmmhhh... Joe...

Tong rarely called me by my name, usually random dumb nicknames. In this hotel room, moaning my name, he was on his knees, his bum in my hands, waiting for me to come in. I layed my dick between his cheeks, moving it back and forth to further punish the object of my newborn desires.

- Joe... Joe...

These words... I slowly pushed on his pink lips, entering him little by little, while he rounded his back from a mix of surprise and relief. I held him firmly for him not to escape me. This sensation of him opening up, being welcomed in his body... His internal muscles encircling my cock, producing a friction I could feel everywhere in my new body. I shuddered. This was the first time I would made love in this unfamiliar enveloppe since I'd come back.

I bent on his feverish body to hear him moan my name again, while I moved back and forth inside him. He frowned, seemingly in pain, while his grunts betrayed his newfound pleasure. One hand on his hips, then on his ass, the other roamed his chest. All the tiresome moments spent in shooting studios, obeying his every whim, progressively came to my mind. Each thrusts avenged an offense he had inflicted on me. I could finally take my revenge... not in the way I'd thought, but how I could have fantasized it in my wildest dreams. I pulled out of him, went back in, each time deeper and more heated. Soon I found my rhythm, as he writhed under my pelvic blows. Oh yes, I wanted him to suffer... with ecstasy today. To make him forget other men, want more, depend on me, as I had on him a while ago.

- Joe... Joe..., he began.

Still that was not enough for me. I took turns pinching his nipples, scratching his skin, nibbling his back. His grunts grew intense. As I moved in and out of him, his lips sucked me in more each time. I caressed his abs. They were hard, but not as much as his dick, in the hollow of my hands. He placed his fingers on mine, guiding me, slowly at first, then faster, before seeking out my mouth. I waited, making him languish.

- Joe... Joe...

I made him straighten up on the bed, encountering our reflections in the bedroom's mirror. I could see myself penetrating Tong, my hand on his erect penis, him following the rhythm of my hips. The expressions on his face were abandoned to desire. Who'd have thought I'd be making love to the hot one everyone desired. Such an exhilarating feeling. Our tangled bodies were damp with sweat, the resemblance was striking. I caught Tong staring at the reflecting glass too.

- What turns you on the most? The fact that your standin is inside you? Or the fact that it feels like making love to yourself?, I asked.

His sole answer was a loud scream. To silence him, I put my fingers in his mouth. He licked them, his tongue tickling my skin. Lustful, I accelerated my hip movements, thrusting deeper into him as I pressed my hands around his neck, choking him. His breath slowed down, while his heartbeat increased.

- Joe... Joe... I...

The moment eventually came. I laid him on the bed facing me, spread his legs on both sides of my neck. One hand on his hip, the other stroking his cock, I sped up my pace. In the mirror, I could see my body dominating his, while he squirmed like a naked worm on the sheets. What a delight, seeing him go through all of these sensations under my touch.

- Joe... I'm about to...

Tong seemed to be dancing on my cock. I stopped my movements, rubbed his dick until he seemed like caught by electric power. He finally came to a rest, a warm nectar spurting over his belly. I licked my lips in satisfaction, slowly covered his abs with the whitish liquid to mark my new territory.

A few minutes... I let him come to his senses, while I was in him. Dazed, he took me in his arms, while recovering from all these overwhelming emotions. In the reflecting glass, I could see our bodies intertwined. A dark-haired man was holding me tenderly. His heart was beating fast against my chest. Something innocent in this gesture, I couldn't really tell what. Suddenly, Tong disappeared, I saw the old Joe in my embrace. This other me, who craved for love and care. A man who thought by giving what little he had, one sweet day he'd receive all the attention and gentleness he had always missing.

At that moment, I felt as if I had reconnected with the Joe I had forgotten about weeks after weeks. This was my last chance to hug him, soothe him, as I should have done before. Without realizing, I wrapped my arms around Tong's back, pulling him closer, resting my head on his shoulder. His moist skin was soft, smelling of musk. Bites and scratches were now replaced by kisses and caresses. I sought out his soft cheeks, his lips. Smooches rained down on his face, his neck, his arms, as I remained in him. Weak, he surrendered to my cuddles, sucking me in from inside with every breath. Electricity coursed through my body, from the soles of my feet to the roots of my hair, my heartbeats hastened... then the final release. I felt myself melting into him. Tong held me as tightly as he could, my lips still feeding off of his skin.