MY YOUTH IS OURS EnglishVersion

FetishForMyBlow 44

One look and I die. Heaven in Your eyes. Blind me and take me to hell.

I dive, I climb

I freeze, I sink

Lately I've been chasing honey bees

So if you sting me at least it's bittersweet

And even if it wasn't,

I'll be numb to try

I have conquered one mile at a time. And I feel like I'm disrespectful of mysterious seas. Then don't condemn me to the dungeon for acting indecorous.

Not when I have a knife/cheese in my hand and a soft butt at the fingertips of my fingers.

My boy is busy enjoying the sensations we produce while rubbing and masturbating our limbs as only two men can do the right way. Then my other hand takes the liberty of following by groping around his waist until I fill it with the largest amount of meat on a buttock that my fingers and palm can cover.

I know a yes would suffice to lose me. But that's not my intention.

I just want to prepare ground for another day.

An "essay ". As you prefer to call.

Rathavit grumbles in my mouth. Not pleasure. That's his grumbling with the effects of "What the fuck are you doing?"

-Relax. I was just going to help you find the chair. See.

I point to the chair I put in the box.

-I'm going to put you in there and suck you pretty good.

He creeps so much that the touch of both my hands by squeezing both his buttocks doesn't offend him. I took advantage of that. Clearly. He's numb to expectations and can't get away from my grips near his precious orifice.

Do Believe.

"He" is as important to Rathavit as is to me. Although he's being held to seven keys, he won't run away from here. If anus had legs, this boy would win the San Silvestre, climb Everest and climbers would die of exhaustion trying to reach the peak to capture it.

Rathavit allows me to take him grabbing his butt and landing him on the chair comfortably.

I bite his nipple and go down without taking my eyes off his.

-Wait! Shouldn't I wash it off?

-What do you mean?

-the gel that... Is that okay?

I smile.

-It's edible, baby. Look at the packaging.

He probably didn't even notice that I handed him the vial moments before attacking his butt.

Surprised Rathavit looks at hand and finds him. By the packaging it understands the function of the product.

-Oh, yes. How could it be different?

He laughs at his own innocence.

-Did you touch it?

-WHAT?

-If you don't give me answers, you don't get suckled.

I Propose. He squirts in the chair.

-AIII... All right! Yesterday.

-When and how.

I speak in a sequential tone, not a question. Then lick with strength his length. If he thought he'd win anything he wanted for free, he got wrong.

-Hell... OK! At dawn.

Rathavit doesn't know how to lie.

-Wait till Dawn? Hm... Are you sure?

I Contour the little head gently with the tip of the tongue.

He holds some plague inside his mouth that he was preparing against me. Shaking eyes and answering without facing me.

-Hmmm... No, SHIT! How could I sleep? I lay back remembering both of us in that luxury bathroom and not a punch in the face would make me sleep...

I'm laughing at him.

-Why do you torture me? Do you hate me or what?

He mumbles pampered.

I'm stretching and kissing pulling his lower lip in such a way that he snaps when he returns to the place.

As he moans for the pain, I say:

-No one has ever been tortured in a bathroom that I have, baby. Both yesterday and today.

Rathavit confesses:

-I know it doesn't make sense for me to be ashamed to tell you. I'm not ashamed to be with you, but I am to tell you what I think.

-I'd understand if it was someone else. But you always say what you think. Why are you going to filter yourself?

-It's not everything, no.

He smiles sideways. So full of secrets. -If I tell you everything, the punch in my face comes.

Laugher.

-But then...

I speak slowly as I start the massage on his scrotum.

-Who's been... In your room... and gave you the punch... To put you to the sleep... Baby?

Maybe because I turned it into a double-sense joke, he relaxes and starts telling. Seduction is too harsh a field for him. I need to speak his language and put everything in the lines of the childish jokes of the Virgin boy he is.

-I... I wondered if you had taken me there and touched me... Like this.

-Hmm.

Every comment mine from now on is a different touch that I give. He'll soon realize that the more he reveals, the more touched he will be.

-and... Because of the chocolate stuff I... I pictured you with a little bit inside your mouth and putting it inside my mouth. It was so real.

Rathavit, you selfish, was going to keep that great fantasy for yourself.

I think while I kiss him again, this time exploring with my tongue and feeling him exploring me too. Without letting go of his head down there. The kiss ripping off is my favorite sounds lately. He holds my head, making it move more. We swap the kissing positions a few times. And at every exchange, I give another stock with my hand, in an obstinacy that I would not even have in myself.

I'm going to kiss my knees again.

I put the little head in my mouth and with my hand I make a sign of "Come ".

-Proceed.

I add talking about mouth still to him.

Rathavit understood the proposal nicely.

-I felt you passing me the chocolate and kissing me... And... And I opened our zippers and...

Mouth shot and return for length. Circling vertically until reaching the root and my cheek lands on his pelvis. I want him to know that I appreciate every inch of it. And I do appreciate. Especially his imagination.

Rathavit contracts a little, but when he releases, his relaxation comes accompanied by the description:

-and we start a perfect Star Wars!

He holds my shoulders sharply. I know what he wants. I stop to throw it in the slide of the length and I'm the whole stick. His sigh of relief is because I'm finally where he wanted me to be. But never free. Never.

With the voice cluttered by my mouth full, I command a vibration in his sensibility that makes him tremble with pleasure:

-Continue!