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Precious
(#) demonascreamin 2008-05-06
wow im so happy u updated this series! =^.^= this was really good, cant wait for more ;)Precious
(#) punk73lover 2008-10-04
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're not gonna walk for a week."
"How do you know that?"
"I just know, okay? 'Cause I'm good baby, real good."
A snort of laughter. "Well, I've got news for you, oh little hairy one. I'm taller and faster than you."
"Yeah, well I'm a drummer so I'm stronger than you. I'll just hold your tall, skinny ass down and fuck you senseless."
"Well you'll have to catch me first!"
"You're on!"
~~~~
The studio was empty bar a wrestling Duff and Steven. Everyone else had left hours earlier, leaving the pair to their own devices. Which, they'd decided, would involve vast quantities of whatever they could lay their hands on. Mostly drink and drugs.
Grinning, Steven launched himself over a low coffee table, letting out a battle cry as he did. Laughing, shaggy hair in his eyes, Duff side-stepped the flying drummer. Tears streamed down his face as Steven bit the carpet, skidding to a halt against a battered couch. But nothing fazed Steven and he got up, laughing, and shook himself off before stalking Duff around the table. Like prize fighters they circled the table, eyes glinting, crooked smiles on their lips.
Duff whistled to him like he was calling a dog, "Here, Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. Catch me if you can!"
With a laugh Duff ran, heading into the galley-like control room and kicking the door shut behind him. Hot on his heels, Steven followed, hammering his fists against the pathetic door.
"Duff! Open up Duff! I'm coming to fuck your brains out!"
The door shuddered as Duff laughed, putting all his strength into leaning against it. He wanted to hold Steven off as long as possible and give him plenty of time to get worked up. The fists pounded the door again, Steven's voice wailing through like a cat on heat. Cracking the door open, Duff looked out, eyes wide and gleaming.
"What?"
Steven cocked his head, a Cheshire cat-like grin on his face.
"I'm here for you Duff. Here to fuck you." The grin widened.
Duff shrugged, eyes moving to lazily look at the wall. "Uh-uh. Not today, thanks."
With a flick of his wrist, Duff shut the door in Steven's face, laughing as the frantic pounding and screaming started again.
Steven pounded, his head thrown back and howling, wanting to get into the control room and into Duff's pants. Pressing himself against the door, Steven humped the wood, his cock hardening at the thoughts of the fine piece of ass that waited for him behind it.
"Come McKagen," he pleaded. "Fuckin' open up for me."
At those words the door magically disappeared and Steven found himself sprawling through it. Rolling onto his back, he grinned up at the lanky bassist.
"Ah." Duff grinned mischievously. "You made it. Now where do you want me?"
Springing to his feet, Steven grinned up at him.
"Naked and on my cock would be great," he replied, hands quickly unbuttoning his jeans.
Discarding his clothes, Steven leapt and pinned Duff to the mixing desk as his hands attacked the skinny blonde's clothing.
Laughing, Duff pushed him away and placed a hand on his head, holding him at bay as he worked his clothes off. Steven thrashed and spat, laughing and sneering as his eyes ate up the beautiful body that stood before him. With his clothes in a pile at his feet, Duff pushed Steven away and smiled at him.
He cocked his head to one side, bleached hair falling into his big eyes. "Ready when you are Stevie-boy."
Grinning, Steven licked his lips and savoured the moment, anticipating the tasty morsel of flesh that was leaning against the desk. Like the predator he wanted to be, Steven slowly stepped forward, hands reaching out to touch Duff's silky smooth skin. His cock twitched against his stomach as he pressed himself to Duff, reaching out to grab his hair and seal their lips together.
The kiss was rough and sloppy, their hands grabbing at each other. Steven's cock dug into Duff's thigh as he pressed the bassist against the desk, assaulting his mouth. His tongue slide between Duff's lips, probing and tasting cigarettes and a hint of alcohol. Duff returned the favour, thrusting his tongue into Steven's mouth as his hands grabbed fistfuls of fluffy blonde hair.
"Fuck me," he hissed into the kiss. "Fuck me hard Stevie."
Grinning, Steven pulled back, his tongue flicking out as he admired the panting, turned on Duff. He watched as Duff slowly slid a hand down his body and grasped his cock, slowly and teasingly jerking off for him. Moaning, Steven found himself doing the same. They panted in unison, each watching the other, their little shows fuelling the other's lust.
"Come on Stevie," panted Duff. "I know you're man enough."
Rising to the challenge, Steven grabbed Duff and swung him round, throwing him over the mixing desk. Duff let out a cry as his chest hit the hard plastic covers of the faders. Grinning at the sound of Duff's slightly panned moan, Steven knelt and gently parted Duff's buttocks. He paused for a moment, admiring the tiny, puckered hole before him. Leaning in, he kissed it, his tongue gently working in, tasting something that was uniquely Duff. The bassist shuddered and panted above him, moaning Steven's name over and over again as the stiffened tongue probed his most intimate place.
Steven worked up a mouthful of spit before moving his mouth away from the delicious hole. Sticking two fingers in his mouth, he coated them with saliva before gently pushing one into Duff. The shaggy blonde moaned, his muscles tensing before pushing back onto Steven's finger. Smiling, Steven pushed the second finger in, moving them in and out, stretching the tight hole. His eyes slid up Duff's trembling body, watching as he let his head fall to the desk, moaning and squirming as the fingers swept over his prostate. Steven sat back on his heels and admired, the fingers carrying on their lazy thrusting. After a few moments, Steven removed the fingers, only to wet them and return them back to Duff's ass.
Duff trembled against the desk, completely helpless to Steven's relentless stretching. His body was tingling, more from Steven's attention than from the drugs he'd imbibed. Arching his back, Duff pushed back onto the fingers.
"Please Stevie," he pleaded, voice laden with lust. "Just fuck me."
Steven needed no more encouragement and pulled his fingers out, filling his hand with spit. He stroked his cock, smearing saliva and pre-come before standing. Shakily, he pushed a low, wooden box behind Duff and stood on it, bringing his cock in line with the luscious ass before him. Holding Duff's hips, he parted the soft buttocks and pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching the bass player.
Duff shuddered and moaned but held still, letting Steven fill him. It hurt like hell but he knew that in a moment it would be replaced with a warm pleasure. He wiggled his hips, silently begging the drummer to start moving.
Gripping Duff's narrow waist, Steven slowly began to thrust in and out of the delectable tightness. He closed his eyes and balanced on the box, desperately trying to stay upright. It was a battle not to just collapse and pull Duff into his lap. But this is what he wanted: Duff naked, helpless and panting over a mixing his desk, the rocking motion pushing the sliders up and down and completely ruining whatever mix the engineers had set.
Duff's cock throbbed against the hard desk, begging for release. Pushing back onto Steven, he slid a hand down his sweat soaked body and grasped it, stroking it in time to the steady thrusts. He groaned and moved, first onto Steven's cock and then back into his own hand. The pain had subsided, leaving a wonderful pleasure behind it. He could spend eternity in this control booth, being fucked by Steven.
Leaning forward, Steven lay his chest along Duff's back, his thrusts speeding up as he reached around and ran his hands over Duff's smooth chest. Duff squirmed and giggled, bucking a little. Steven paused, brushing his lips over Duff's ear.
"What?"
Duff wiggled and giggled a little more, before replying, "Stevie, please, just go back to standing up."
Confused, Steven pulled back, hands sliding to Duff's back. "Why?"
Duff giggled and squirmed again. "Because your damn chest hair is making me fuckin' itch."
Grinning, Steven slammed into Duff, his cock hitting the bleached blonde's prostate as he did. Duff wailed, his voice deadened by the soundproofed walls. Digging his nails into the supple flesh of Duff's hips, Steven began to pound away at the beautiful man, his cock hitting Duff's sweet spot time and time again. The trapped blonde howled and squirmed, his hands feverishly stroking his raging erection.
Steven's sweat slicked hands slide over the gorgeous flesh beneath him, his nails raking down Duff's back, leaving red welts in their wake. Duff arched his back, howling louder as he did, rocking back and forth. His balls began to tingle and his muscles began to ache, a sure sign that the end was near.
Steven groaned as Duff's ass tightened around his cock. He was also getting closer and he knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. Slipping his hands to Duff's hips, Steven carried on pounding into the sexy bassist, moaning and crying Duff's name as he did.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, throwing his head back. "I'm.. I'm... Fuck - DUFF!"
Steven arched his back as he came, coming deep inside Duff. He carried on thrusting until he was empty, sending Duff over the edge as well. Duff let out a loud howl, his cock spraying sticky come over the expensive mixing desk as he writhed beneath the drummer.
They both stood in silence, panting and bodies trembling. Slowly Steven stepped down from the box and sank to the floor, leaning back against the wall. Duff followed a moment later, folding his lanky body onto the small box. They sat and stared at each other, eyes glazed and small smiles twitching their mouths, relaxed and at peace.
Duff moved his head, eyes flicking over the messy mixing desk before turning back to to Steven.
"Who's going to clean the desk?" he quipped.
Steven shrugged and giggled, hair bouncing off his shoulders.
"Dunno. Isn't that the engineer's job?"
Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms around Duff and pulled him to the floor. They sat, wrapped around each other, eyes sparkling and laughter filling the small room as images of angry sound engineers filled their heads.
~~~~ The End~~~~
Precious
(#) punk73lover 2008-10-04
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're not gonna walk for a week."
"How do you know that?"
"I just know, okay? 'Cause I'm good baby, real good."
A snort of laughter. "Well, I've got news for you, oh little hairy one. I'm taller and faster than you."
"Yeah, well I'm a drummer so I'm stronger than you. I'll just hold your tall, skinny ass down and fuck you senseless."
"Well you'll have to catch me first!"
"You're on!"
~~~~
The studio was empty bar a wrestling Duff and Steven. Everyone else had left hours earlier, leaving the pair to their own devices. Which, they'd decided, would involve vast quantities of whatever they could lay their hands on. Mostly drink and drugs.
Grinning, Steven launched himself over a low coffee table, letting out a battle cry as he did. Laughing, shaggy hair in his eyes, Duff side-stepped the flying drummer. Tears streamed down his face as Steven bit the carpet, skidding to a halt against a battered couch. But nothing fazed Steven and he got up, laughing, and shook himself off before stalking Duff around the table. Like prize fighters they circled the table, eyes glinting, crooked smiles on their lips.
Duff whistled to him like he was calling a dog, "Here, Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. Catch me if you can!"
With a laugh Duff ran, heading into the galley-like control room and kicking the door shut behind him. Hot on his heels, Steven followed, hammering his fists against the pathetic door.
"Duff! Open up Duff! I'm coming to fuck your brains out!"
The door shuddered as Duff laughed, putting all his strength into leaning against it. He wanted to hold Steven off as long as possible and give him plenty of time to get worked up. The fists pounded the door again, Steven's voice wailing through like a cat on heat. Cracking the door open, Duff looked out, eyes wide and gleaming.
"What?"
Steven cocked his head, a Cheshire cat-like grin on his face.
"I'm here for you Duff. Here to fuck you." The grin widened.
Duff shrugged, eyes moving to lazily look at the wall. "Uh-uh. Not today, thanks."
With a flick of his wrist, Duff shut the door in Steven's face, laughing as the frantic pounding and screaming started again.
Steven pounded, his head thrown back and howling, wanting to get into the control room and into Duff's pants. Pressing himself against the door, Steven humped the wood, his cock hardening at the thoughts of the fine piece of ass that waited for him behind it.
"Come McKagen," he pleaded. "Fuckin' open up for me."
At those words the door magically disappeared and Steven found himself sprawling through it. Rolling onto his back, he grinned up at the lanky bassist.
"Ah." Duff grinned mischievously. "You made it. Now where do you want me?"
Springing to his feet, Steven grinned up at him.
"Naked and on my cock would be great," he replied, hands quickly unbuttoning his jeans.
Discarding his clothes, Steven leapt and pinned Duff to the mixing desk as his hands attacked the skinny blonde's clothing.
Laughing, Duff pushed him away and placed a hand on his head, holding him at bay as he worked his clothes off. Steven thrashed and spat, laughing and sneering as his eyes ate up the beautiful body that stood before him. With his clothes in a pile at his feet, Duff pushed Steven away and smiled at him.
He cocked his head to one side, bleached hair falling into his big eyes. "Ready when you are Stevie-boy."
Grinning, Steven licked his lips and savoured the moment, anticipating the tasty morsel of flesh that was leaning against the desk. Like the predator he wanted to be, Steven slowly stepped forward, hands reaching out to touch Duff's silky smooth skin. His cock twitched against his stomach as he pressed himself to Duff, reaching out to grab his hair and seal their lips together.
The kiss was rough and sloppy, their hands grabbing at each other. Steven's cock dug into Duff's thigh as he pressed the bassist against the desk, assaulting his mouth. His tongue slide between Duff's lips, probing and tasting cigarettes and a hint of alcohol. Duff returned the favour, thrusting his tongue into Steven's mouth as his hands grabbed fistfuls of fluffy blonde hair.
"Fuck me," he hissed into the kiss. "Fuck me hard Stevie."
Grinning, Steven pulled back, his tongue flicking out as he admired the panting, turned on Duff. He watched as Duff slowly slid a hand down his body and grasped his cock, slowly and teasingly jerking off for him. Moaning, Steven found himself doing the same. They panted in unison, each watching the other, their little shows fuelling the other's lust.
"Come on Stevie," panted Duff. "I know you're man enough."
Rising to the challenge, Steven grabbed Duff and swung him round, throwing him over the mixing desk. Duff let out a cry as his chest hit the hard plastic covers of the faders. Grinning at the sound of Duff's slightly panned moan, Steven knelt and gently parted Duff's buttocks. He paused for a moment, admiring the tiny, puckered hole before him. Leaning in, he kissed it, his tongue gently working in, tasting something that was uniquely Duff. The bassist shuddered and panted above him, moaning Steven's name over and over again as the stiffened tongue probed his most intimate place.
Steven worked up a mouthful of spit before moving his mouth away from the delicious hole. Sticking two fingers in his mouth, he coated them with saliva before gently pushing one into Duff. The shaggy blonde moaned, his muscles tensing before pushing back onto Steven's finger. Smiling, Steven pushed the second finger in, moving them in and out, stretching the tight hole. His eyes slid up Duff's trembling body, watching as he let his head fall to the desk, moaning and squirming as the fingers swept over his prostate. Steven sat back on his heels and admired, the fingers carrying on their lazy thrusting. After a few moments, Steven removed the fingers, only to wet them and return them back to Duff's ass.
Duff trembled against the desk, completely helpless to Steven's relentless stretching. His body was tingling, more from Steven's attention than from the drugs he'd imbibed. Arching his back, Duff pushed back onto the fingers.
"Please Stevie," he pleaded, voice laden with lust. "Just fuck me."
Steven needed no more encouragement and pulled his fingers out, filling his hand with spit. He stroked his cock, smearing saliva and pre-come before standing. Shakily, he pushed a low, wooden box behind Duff and stood on it, bringing his cock in line with the luscious ass before him. Holding Duff's hips, he parted the soft buttocks and pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching the bass player.
Duff shuddered and moaned but held still, letting Steven fill him. It hurt like hell but he knew that in a moment it would be replaced with a warm pleasure. He wiggled his hips, silently begging the drummer to start moving.
Gripping Duff's narrow waist, Steven slowly began to thrust in and out of the delectable tightness. He closed his eyes and balanced on the box, desperately trying to stay upright. It was a battle not to just collapse and pull Duff into his lap. But this is what he wanted: Duff naked, helpless and panting over a mixing his desk, the rocking motion pushing the sliders up and down and completely ruining whatever mix the engineers had set.
Duff's cock throbbed against the hard desk, begging for release. Pushing back onto Steven, he slid a hand down his sweat soaked body and grasped it, stroking it in time to the steady thrusts. He groaned and moved, first onto Steven's cock and then back into his own hand. The pain had subsided, leaving a wonderful pleasure behind it. He could spend eternity in this control booth, being fucked by Steven.
Leaning forward, Steven lay his chest along Duff's back, his thrusts speeding up as he reached around and ran his hands over Duff's smooth chest. Duff squirmed and giggled, bucking a little. Steven paused, brushing his lips over Duff's ear.
"What?"
Duff wiggled and giggled a little more, before replying, "Stevie, please, just go back to standing up."
Confused, Steven pulled back, hands sliding to Duff's back. "Why?"
Duff giggled and squirmed again. "Because your damn chest hair is making me fuckin' itch."
Grinning, Steven slammed into Duff, his cock hitting the bleached blonde's prostate as he did. Duff wailed, his voice deadened by the soundproofed walls. Digging his nails into the supple flesh of Duff's hips, Steven began to pound away at the beautiful man, his cock hitting Duff's sweet spot time and time again. The trapped blonde howled and squirmed, his hands feverishly stroking his raging erection.
Steven's sweat slicked hands slide over the gorgeous flesh beneath him, his nails raking down Duff's back, leaving red welts in their wake. Duff arched his back, howling louder as he did, rocking back and forth. His balls began to tingle and his muscles began to ache, a sure sign that the end was near.
Steven groaned as Duff's ass tightened around his cock. He was also getting closer and he knew he couldn't hold on for much longer. Slipping his hands to Duff's hips, Steven carried on pounding into the sexy bassist, moaning and crying Duff's name as he did.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, throwing his head back. "I'm.. I'm... Fuck - DUFF!"
Steven arched his back as he came, coming deep inside Duff. He carried on thrusting until he was empty, sending Duff over the edge as well. Duff let out a loud howl, his cock spraying sticky come over the expensive mixing desk as he writhed beneath the drummer.
They both stood in silence, panting and bodies trembling. Slowly Steven stepped down from the box and sank to the floor, leaning back against the wall. Duff followed a moment later, folding his lanky body onto the small box. They sat and stared at each other, eyes glazed and small smiles twitching their mouths, relaxed and at peace.
Duff moved his head, eyes flicking over the messy mixing desk before turning back to to Steven.
"Who's going to clean the desk?" he quipped.
Steven shrugged and giggled, hair bouncing off his shoulders.
"Dunno. Isn't that the engineer's job?"
Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms around Duff and pulled him to the floor. They sat, wrapped around each other, eyes sparkling and laughter filling the small room as images of angry sound engineers filled their heads.
~~~~ The End~~~~
Precious
(#) punk73lover 2008-10-11
Shit Bill, what're you doing out there?" Izzy helped his friend through the window, off the tree branch he had been perched on, into his room and out of the pouring rain.
"What do you think?" Bill replied bitterly, and even in the darkness of the room he could see a bruise blooming across Bill's pale cheek.
"'M sorry." He flipped the lights on and went of to his dresser, opening up one of the drawers and beginning to search through it, looking for a pair of pajamas Bill could wear. "I was just surprised. There's a storm going on, and I'm lying in bed trying to go to sleep, when I open my eyes and see you in that tree. I was just surprised to see you out there, and I didn't want you to get a pneumonia or something because I was asleep and you had sat in that tree in the rain."
"Sorry." Bill muttered, hugging himself, partly for warmth, and partly from being upset and embarrassed. "If you don't want me here, just say so."
"Oh, no, Bill, no." He stopped his search and went back over to his friend, hugging him and holding him close. "No, you're always welcome here, always. I care about you Bill, I'm here for you." He spoke quietly, rocking his friend back and forth gently. Bill relaxed in Izzy's embrace, hugging him back and resting his head against Izzy's shoulder, perfectly content and warm in Izzy's caring arms. Izzy pressed a kiss to Bill's cheek before stepping back and going back to the dresser and fishing out a pair of pajamas. "Put these on. I'll be back in just a minute." He gave Bill the pajamas, which he had made sure were his warmest pair.
Izzy slipped out of the room and down the hall, careful not to wake his mother or younger brothers. The walls were pretty sound proof, but you could here most loud noises clearly. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and quickly snuck back to his room. He entered, and saw Bill putting the shirt on. He could see bruises on Bill's chest and a rather nasty one on his stomach. He walked over and pushed Bill's hands away and pulled the shirt open, running his fingers over the bruises. Bill whimpered almost silently.
Izzy wrapped his arms around Bill and hugged him, rubbing his back before giving him the towel and leaving again, going downstairs and as quietly as possible popping ice out of the trays and going back to Bill who was now pulling up the pants over his naked lower body. Izzy averted his eyes to be polite while Bill tucked himself inside and adjusted himself, but really, he wanted to see his best friend's cock. Not that he hadn't seen it before, but he wanted to be able to really look at it, maybe even touch it.
He walked over to the bed and sat down, Bill joining him. They rarely spoke at times like this, Izzy just gave Bill the care he needed, and Bill accepted it, giving virtually nothing in return, but Izzy didn't mind. He soothingly rubbed the ice over Bill's bruises, making sure they were numb, but not uncomfortably so. When he was done he hugged Bill and let him put his shirt back on before tossing the plastic bag he had put the ice in into the trash, while Bill laid down, crawling under the covers and moving over enough so Izzy could lay down as well.
Izzy flipped the lights off and climbed into bed, feeling Bill curl up to him. He wrapped his arms around the redhead and held him, rubbing his hand up and down his back. Flashes of lightning lit the room every few minutes, but Izzy didn't need them to be able to tell that Bill wasn't asleep. He wouldn't be so quiet if he were asleep. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Bill's reply was quiet and he snuggled closer. "'M fine."
"You sure?"
"Mmhmm. I'm fine, really, Izz."
"How're the bruises?"
"All fine, except my cheek, you didn't put ice on that one."
"Shit, sorry." He shifted a little and brought his hand up to cup Bill's cheek, stroking his thumb over the bruise very lightly. "Does this help or make it hurt more?"
"A little of both." Bill answered after a few seconds, "But don't stop, it's nice." He sounded very content. Izzy continued, silently caring for his friend as always, his payment in the form of the wonderfulness of feeling Bill curl up to him, having someone to hold and love. Bill started talking again a few minutes later, "Why'd you kiss me earlier?"
"What?" Izzy couldn't remember kissing him.
"When you were hugging me, you kissed my cheek, why?" Bill explained, looking up into Izzy's eyes, not accusing, but certainly curious.
Shit. "I didn't even realize it, I'm sorry."
"It's fine, it was actually kind of nice, but um, Izz..." Izzy wasn't sure he wanted to know what Bill was going to say next. "Do you like guys, you know, like, well, like that?" He asked very hesitantly.
How to explain this one? Izzy decided it was probably best to just tell Bill the truth. "I swing both ways. Both girls and boys turn me on. Sometimes I'd rather be with a girl because it's a bit more expected and keeps suspicion from arising that I like guys too, but overall, I like guys a little better. Mostly just because guys know what a cock likes. I mean, don't get me wrong, girls can be fucking awesome, but I just prefer guys a little more. And all of it's more or less to get off."
"But I though you were supposed to have sex with people you loved?" Bill didn't really get sex. He only knew what he knew because Izzy had explained it to him. His parents hadn't let him take sex-ed in school, and left him curious, and naive.
"You do, but sometimes you probably should just jerk-off, but you do it with someone else because there's more physical pleasure, you know?"
"Not really." Bill was blushing. "The closest I think I've come to doing something like that is when you taught me how to jack off." That had been a wonderful experience; it had been a few months ago, Bill had been sleeping over on a night rather like this and had a wet dream. He had woken up and completely freaked out. He had only had one before, and his father had beaten him horribly, calling him a sinner the whole time, and telling him it was wrong. But Bill hadn't understood what happened, and had no idea what he'd done wrong other than waking up with sticky pants. Izzy had calmed him down and explained everything to him, all about puberty, intercourse and the basics of several related things, including how to jerk off. He had shown Bill his cock and jacked off in front of him, showing Bill the most pleasurable things to do to a cock on the way. He then talked Bill through his first time. Bill hadn't wanted Izzy to watch him or see his cock, so he had hidden under the covers while Izzy talked him through it, eventually coming into Izzy's bedsheets.
"That's alright. Everybody's a little different when it comes to when you start having sex and so forth." Izzy said, not sure whether to offer to Bill to let him experiment with him. Better try and fail, than not try at all, Izzy decided after a few seconds, but he'd have to phrase it carefully. "If you ever wanna try just messing around with me, you can. I mean, better to learn with me than perform poorly your first real time."
"Maybe..." He sounded like he was seriously considering it. "Okay. Can we do it now?" He asked. Izzy was surprised, he didn't think it would be that easy.
"Okay, when was the last time you jacked off?"
"Um...last week." Izzy's mouth nearly fell open, he had to do it nearly every day, but he knew Bill had to be very careful about how and when he did it.
"Alright, pajamas off." Bill wiggled out of his pajamas while Izzy removed his own. Bill's cock was already half-hard, Izzy's eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to be able to see Bill's semi-hard cock poking up as the redhead lay on the bed, his legs shyly spread just enough for Izzy to have good access to his cock and balls. Izzy smiled at him and bent over to kiss his lips, softly and lovingly, but also to turn him on further. He brushed his hands over Bill's chest, brushing over his hardening nipples. Bill gave a little gasp into his mouth and Izzy smiled against Bill's lips. He pulled back after a couple seconds. "How far do you want to go?" Bill looked unsure, so Izzy gave him another gentle kiss before pulling back again a few seconds later. "You just want to try having me touch you and see how that goes?" Bill nodded slowly, a little shyly.
Izzy smiled at him as he ran his hands down Bill's body, dipping his hands between Bill's thighs, stroking the soft skin of his inner thighs making Bill tremble and give a little moan. "Oh, before I forget, you don't have to be totally silent, but definitely keep it down, I don't want my mom walking in." Bill's eyes widened and he nodded, looking scared. "She probably won't come in, but if you make too much noise I'll have to answer some weird questions tomorrow morning." He reassured. Bill nodded and Izzy went back to work. He brought his hands to Bill's genitals and took his cock in his hand, stroking softly and slowly along the smooth, hardening shaft while his other hand went to Bill's balls and rolled them between his fingers sending bolts of pleasure through Bill, making him give little groans and his cock harden in Izzy's hand.
Izzy's strokes sped up, his grip a bit more firm and Bill began to buck into his hand, whimpering with desire. "Izzy..." he moaned. Izzy kissed him and pumped the hard shaft, occasionally sweeping his thumb over the head, smearing pre-cum and making Bill give little moans and cries. Izzy moved his mouth to Bill's neck and he began to kiss and nibble it softly.
"You like this?" He asked, making sure to sweep his thumb over the head as he finished speaking. Bill groaned loudly. Probably not loud enough to wake Izzy's mother, but if he got much louder he would. "Quiet...if you're gonna make a lot of noise when you come I suggest you bite your lip or my blanket." Bill nodded and bucked into Izzy's hand, eager to come. Izzy's hand on his balls squeezed gently at the exact same time as another thumb-sweep over the head of his cock, pushing the redhead over the edge, come flowing from his cock as he gave a strangled moan. Izzy rubbed the softening cock gently for a few seconds before letting go and grabbing the towel from earlier to wipe his hand and Bill's cock and thighs clean.
"Did you like that?" Bill gave a happy nod and reached his arms up. Izzy hugged him and kissed his cheek. "I knew you would. If it's not too much to ask, could you return the favor? If you feel up to it that is, you don't have to." He desperately wanted to feel Bill's hands on his cock, but he wasn't going to push him.
Bill's eyes widened slightly. "Um, okay, it's just that, I've never touched another guy before.
"I know, we've been through this. It's fine. My cock is just like yours, if you rub it, I come. Just give it a try." Bill seemed a hesitant. "Here," he took Bill's hand in his and laid it on his crotch, rubbing his erection against Bill's hand. "Just touch it, feel it." Bill's hand closed around his cock and he hesitantly began to pump, slowly and softly. But to Izzy, it still felt incredible. Bill was touching him. And his hands were so soft. Izzy's were rough and calloused from playing the guitar, but Bill's were silky soft and felt nothing short of amazing on his aching erection.
"Um, am I doing okay?" Bill asked after a few minutes. Izzy nodded.
"You're doing wonderfully." He said, relaxed. He didn't feel like whimpering, groaning, and squirming, he just laid back and enjoyed the feel of Bill's hand on his cock, pumping softly. But Bill was slowly becoming more confident, moving his hand up and down Izzy's cock faster and harder. A hand crept between his legs and very timidly began to touch and feel his balls, ever so gently. It was an incredible sensation and Izzy was in heaven. "So good..." he sighed, encouraging Bill. His eyes were closed and his balls were beginning to tingle and feel tight; he was so close to coming, he just needed one little more push.
And that's when he felt the soft, hesitant lick on the head of his cock. Izzy was done. He came with a groan, his come shooting out and all over Bill's face. Bill's hands left him almost immediately. Izzy quickly calmed his breathing and opened his eyes. Bill was kneeling between his legs, his head bowed. "Shit, I'm sorry!" He quickly grabbed the towel and took Bill's chin in his hand. Tilting his face up, Izzy saw tears rolling down his from behind his closed eyelids. Izzy gently but quickly cleaned Bill's face.
The second he was done, Bill wrapped his arms around him and gave a soft sob. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were going to do that, I'm so sorry." He whispered, pulling Bill into his lap and holding him close, kissing his hair. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, how was I supposed to know you would come so fast? It's not your fault." Bill gave a sniff and kissed Izzy's neck. "Honestly, I don't even understand what I'm crying about."
"That's okay. Sometimes you just need to cry, it's alright." Izzy soothed. Bill's tears soon stopped and he gave a yawn. "Bedtime?" Bill nodded and Izzy grabbed their pajamas off the floor. They both dressed and laid back down. The storm had almost passed, there was nothing now but a rumble of thunder in the distance periodically, and a light rain. Bill was curled against Izzy's side once again and they soon drifted off into a peaceful, contented sleep
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