MY YOUTH IS OURS EnglishVersion

34 Lion Cry On

I want to die in your arms,

'Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark

I'm gonna give you my heart

And I don't care, go on and tear me apart

I don't care if you do

'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars

I think I see you

'Cause you're a sky, you're a sky full of stars

Such a heavenly view

From the neck, Phiravich slides up to concentrate on the chest. Skirts the right nipple of Rathavit with an intense suction while massaging the head of the boy's limb screaming something that reminds "I'mma...! " But without any clarity.

-Then hurry up. Go tasty for me. Go!

Rathavit can hardly believe in the direction the other takes. In the blink of an eye, he was already standing in his lower parts in as much as he tried to control himself, spasms dominate completely and he feels gushing lightly as a sprinkler in the middle of the garden in the hottest summer.

He thinks he can mentally stop it while moaning swearing

"Oh damned, No... "

When the most curious thing occurs. Something that drives him to release even more. A simple attitude whose view is such the view of Paradise: Phiravich is holding him with the precision of an archer and his mouth is open.

The quick thought of the doubt in question is whether he will continue to suck it, but before evaluating, Rathavit knows that that pre-jouissance was just an announcement and now he really spits out or against indications. The one who made him reach the maximum point is drinking from the liquid. Firm, however, delicate, Phiravich holds the limb in the "root " with the thumb to millimeters of the penile G-spot. Needy and thirsty, he can keep everything in his mouth without letting a drop even drain.

All the antecedent concerns of the boy lying naked and sweaty, flowing in the same way or above the joy of enjoyment. There's a lot and it's hot.

Would he have been mistaken and the stars in truth were inside him?

One way or another, that sweet torturer had brought them to know the outside. The ceiling is now the depiction of a father who kept his children for a long time under his dominion and finally released them, clear roof, clear sky.

-I'm sorry. I...

He tries, but all that comes out is a babbling. How could he do that?

Phiravich, though skillful, can't contain everything and there's sticky liquid on his chin "melting" at the neck.

-It's over, isn't it? For the love of it all, tell me it's over!

Phiravich drops the limb slowly away. Fearing to be caught surprise by any "extra ".

Rathavit can only whisper "Cha... ai " Without a wire of the force which his voice had before possessed. Contrasting with the potency of his crazy high groans and hoofs before.

Phiravich gets up and out of there in two steps. Two single steps his long legs need.

Rathavit would have asked or apologized more. In case he could move.

Phiravich runs and locks himself in his parents ' room. Not satisfied, he locks himself in their bathroom. There enters the Box with the fury of a rocket and begins to touch fiercely with one hand. The other he rubs on his own chin absorbing the part of the sperm that allowed on purpose to escape from his mouth and with it lubricated. Now his own tortured member has the extract of that other person he just satisfied.

The young man had already had some previews of what the other was capable of producing with his voice. Both in moments of leisure, as while playing online, and at work: On that occasion of the table of boys-acting being-drunks.

That scene and tone of voice never came out of his head. He's been dreaming about it over and over again since the first time they made out in a public place.

In every dream, Rathavit appeared like a kitten. Calling him by the nickname "Nong Phi " and provoking him the "hardness" of the hot Bangkok Late Nights.

But now the incentive is another. Rathavit Kijworaluk may even have a few moments that someone could confuse him with an abandoned puppy on the doorstep of the house. But in his natural state, he owns a powerful and authoritarian tone. Hearing him scream his full name and without ceremony "PHIRAVICH! ", mixing complaints and involuntary compliments, is an erotic agony daughter of a bitch.

And remembering all those moans with the affronting hoarseness of a Lion, that Phiravich himself turns into a devious animal masturbating to death within himself.

Draining and echoing through the walls of the Box.

He takes a bath while he cleans up the dirt left over there.

Goes back to his own room and finds the emptiness.