Dirty Girl

Chapter 2

The project was finally finished just as the clock struck ten. Korn stretched out his tired body and glanced at Knock who lay on his belly. He slapped him on his firm butt and asked, "Pizza or do you want something else?"

Knock rolled over and sighed. "No, you can order in pizza. D'you mind if I crash here tonight? I'm too tired to walk back to my dorm tonight."

Korn, who was ordering the pizza, glanced up and smiled. "Have I ever minded having my boyfriend sleep beside me?"

"Guess not. Still feels weird when I hear that." Knock admitted, "Boyfriend. I've had plenty of girlfriends but I didn't think I'd fall for my best friend."

Korn put his phone down and gathered Knock in his arms. "I've loved you since I was 12 years old, Knock. Twelve. I'm glad we got drunk together and I finally had the courage to kiss you." He dropped a light kiss on Knock's lips. "I'm really glad you kissed me back"

He sat on the bed, and smiled, a bit sadly, "Even if you did punch me the next morning for taking advatage of you." He looked up and said, "We've never talked about that night, Knock. Why not?"

Knock's face was red. He raised his hands up to confirm his face was hot and he looked away and said, "I'm going to shower, Korn."

"No, Knock. it's been six months. Please talk to me." He pulled Knock to sit in his lap. Knock was a bear of a man. His muscles were well defined, but he wasn't quite as built as Korn. Korn was darker, thick dark hair that stood up everywhere when long. Knock had hair that always lay neat and tended to bleach in the sun.

Instead of replying right away, Knock took Korn's face in both hands. He cradled the beard roughen jawline for a few minutes, staring into his coal black eyes and kissed him. His tongue licked gently along the seam, and Korn sighed and his lips parted, allowing him entry. Korn's arms went around his waist, gathering Knock close.

As they kissed, Korn moved his hands up underneath Knock's shirt. Korn had a passion to feel bare skin. He loved the feel of his warm, smooth skin beneath his fingers. Up and down the prominent rib cage, until Knock moaned into his mouth.

Tap! Tap! Tap! "Delivery!" A voice called out. Korn cursed briefly and Knock rolled off on to the bed. Damn it. Korn answered and gave a brief thanks to the delivery man. The pizza smelled so good that Korn's stomach rumbled, destroying the mood.

Korn opened the door and took the pizza to the bed and placed it down. Sitting down, he flipped it open and picked up the remote. "What shall we watch?"

"Umm, I think there's a repeat of last night's football match." Knock replied, "Put that on." Korn flipped through the channels, found it and grabbed a slice. In no time, they had devoured the it. Knock cleaned up while Korn showered.

Knock gazed at him in his towel, hair standing everywhere. "Knock?" Korn called. "Knock!" His heart beat faster, and he couldn't concentrate as he looked at him. "Knock?"

"What?" He blinked his eyes, trying to control his desire.

"The shower is free. Go!"

"Oh right." Knock stripped off his shirt and shorts and stood there in his boxers. He grabbed his towel and moved to the small bathroom. Korn grabbed him from behind and pulled him to a stop.

"I fucking want you too." He pushed him into the bathroom with a light caress on his ass. Knock smiled, and stopped, stripping his boxers off at the door. Flashing his bare ass at his boyfriend, he closed the door and started the water.

Knock was smiling as he started washing himself. He had a good lather going when he felt Korn's hands slid across his chest to play with his nipples. "What took you so long?"

"hmm," Korn tucked his chin on Knock's shoulder. "I couldn't decide if I wanted wet or dry play or both tonight. Fuck, you're hot." His hands, were like octopus arms, devouring all of Knock's body. They moved up and down and all around, before one hand settled on his cock, and one tweaked a nipple.

Knock braced himself against a wall, stiff armed, as the pleasure began to flood his body. Korn's lips teased his sensitive neck area beneath his ear and he moaned. "Damn it, Korn..."

Korn rubbed his hardness against slippery buttocks as he stroked his baby Knock. Up and down, with firm pressure, paying attention to the head. He was forgetting more often about the nipple as Knock was beginning to thrust into his hand now. The friction from the front and back made him want to bend him over and bury his cock deep.

"Knock, baby, turn around... " Korn's voice was raspy with desire. He stared and licked his lips and got to his knees. Knock reached down and pulled on Korn's spiky hair and he opened his mouth. With a deep moan, Knock thrust deep inside Korn's mouth as Korn grabbed hold of both of his butt cheeks.

Knock fucked Korn's mouth as his tongue danced across his cock. Korn tried desperately to play with his balls, his flower or even to hold on. Knock was simply feeling too high, too good. He loved the feel of Korn's mouth around his cock. "Oh my fucking god! Korn, I'm cu-um-ming!" He screamed, under the rapidly cooling water.

Korn kept sucking and licking the increasingly sensitive lollypop. Knock shuddered and finally tapped his shoulder, indicating to let him go. With a loud pop, Knock's cock fell from Korn's mouth.

Korn picked up the body wash and carefully soaped Knock again. Quickly rinsing him down, he turned off the water. It was his turn to cum. He was rock hard and the only thing on his mind was burying himself balls deep in Knock.

He wrapped Knock in a towel and picked him up and carried him to the bed. Laying him down he spread his legs and placed them over his shoulders and licked his balls and went even further down, to his flower. He licked and licked, until it softened enough he could get his tongue fucking it easily.

Knock was squirming on the bed, begging... or was it pleading? Korn couldn't care less. "PLEASE, KORN! PLEASE!"

Whatever it was, it urged Korn on. He grabbed the lube that was always handy and greased up the flower and his cock and teased him. Inch by inch, in, out, in, out... until he was buried to the balls. Both young men sighed. Heaven.

Korn stayed like that until Knock yelled, "Move, ya fucker! Move!"

Korn grinned. He was so fucking impatient. He loved it. Slowly, he started to move his hips around in slow circles, watching Knock's face and there, that was the spot. He then came out and shot for it, again and again, pounding deeper and deeper.