He took Paolo back to his hotel—to his, simply because it was closer to the restaurant than the hotel where Paolo was staying.
“Make yourself comfortable, Paolo.” Sebastien excused himself to use the bathroom. The strong coffee he had consumed had given him a powerful urge to urinate.
Walking back into the main room, he saw that Paolo had taken full advantage of his invitation to get comfortable. He had turned down the bed and turned out all of the lights except one, a table lamp which threw a soft glow across the room and left the bed partly in shadow. The blond man had shed most of his clothes, which were thrown onto a chair. He was lying flat on his back on the bed—virtually naked. Paolo wore only a pair of black silk bikini briefs that were so skimpy they were of near-thong dimensions. Very urban Brazilian—the men down here thought nothing of exposing themselves similarly on the beach, so there was no reason for them not to sport equally minimal underwear under their trousers.
Sebastien closed the bathroom door silently, standing in front of it and staring in awe at Paolo’s undeniable physical beauty. A few strands of his silky, golden hair lay carelessly across his closed eyes. His small, compactly muscled body seemed half-sunken into the folds of the soft mattress. His chest rose and fell steadily. The rhythmic sound of his even breath indicated he was quite relaxed, at the risk of falling asleep, giving Sebastien the chance to study him for as long as he wanted to.
Moving from the doorway slowly, Sebastien shifted his eyes from Paolo’s relaxed, delicately beautiful face, down his sculptured neck, to his shoulders. His flesh reflected the filtered daylight, as though it were made of polished satin. The elastic “waistband” of the bikini briefs—they were slung so low that it was more of a hipband—was so taut it cut slightly into the flesh. Sebastien stopped at the edge of the bed, moving his right hand forward and down, to just inches over the crotch of Paolo’s briefs. He could see the long, soft tubular protrusion of the other man’s penis bunched up under the silken pouch, which barely contained its bulk. It pushed impatiently against the gleaming black material, as though eager to escape from the confinement. If only Sebastien could free it…if only he dared to touch it. This was almost like being presented with a beautifully wrapped Christmas or birthday present. It seemed like a shame to destroy such a nice package, despite one’s growing curiosity about what it might contain.
“Ummm,” Paolo moaned, barely audibly, as Sebastien threw patience aside and pressed his palm lightly against the supine man’s cock. He could feel it twitch through the thin layer of black silk, in response to even this gentle pressure. He wondered if, should Paolo actually doze off, he could suck him off, without awakening him. Sebastien had heard of guys who’d done that to other guys and gotten away with it, either because the sleeper thought he was just having a wet dream, or—he couldn’t help pondering the more cynical explanation—because the recipient of the oral attention had only pretended to remain asleep.
Carefully, Sebastien pushed his thumb and forefinger between the sides of Paolo’s briefs, easing them down until he could feel the hot flesh of the blond’s stiffening dick. Paolo groaned again, this time shifting his position on the bed—his knees pulled up, dragging his heels across the smooth linen sheet. Sebastien slid his finger between the compressed prick and flat belly, feeling the other man’s cock hairs brush against his fingertips. How his own cock ached! He reached down between his trembling legs and squeezed the hard bulge behind his fly. Sebastien knew he’d have to get off right after he took care of Paolo. His thoughts were interrupted when he realized that the man on the bed was staring heavy-lidded at him. Paolo was fully awake now! Now what could Sebastien expect—an invitation from the married man to service him, sexually, without much hope of any real reciprocation? But one look at the sly smile creeping over those thick, beautiful lips told Sebastien quite another story.
“I thought, for a minute, you were going to pass out on me,” Sebastien teased.
“Sorry. I’m used to taking a little nap, after dinner.”
“Go ahead, if you want to.”
“No, thank you. For some reason, I’m feeling very alert and stimulated at the moment. I was wondering, lying here, how long it would take you to make your move,” Paolo said, sliding his hand up to Sebastien’s and stroking the hairy wrist.
“Make my move? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sebastien bluffed playfully, knowing damned well that he wasn’t fooling Paolo for an instant. “You were already lying there practically naked, so I figured you’d be more comfortable if you were totally naked. All I was going to do was slip those briefs off you, so you could take your little after-dinner nap.”
“Very considerate of you.”
Paolo was still holding Sebastien by the wrist. Sebastien looked down at where Paolo’s hand gripped him.
“Is that your way of telling me to stop?”
“No.” Paolo released his wrist. “This is my way of telling you to go right ahead.”
The dark-haired New Yorker squeezed Paolo’s heavy dick playfully, then pulled his hand out and started unbuttoning his shirt. Paolo watched him, as Sebastien revealed his broad chest, sliding his shirt off and tossing it on top of the nightstand. As he finished unbuttoning his trousers and sliding them to the floor, Sebastien leaned forward and inhaled the smell of the young blond. He had a freshly scrubbed and faintly animal smell.
Stepping out of his pants, Sebastien sat on the bed, pulling up his legs and lying next to Paolo, who had slid to the other side of the mattress. Both men rolled toward each other, neither one touching the other. They studied each other warily. Sebastien finally moved his right hand forward, raising it and brushing Paolo’s flushed cheeks lightly with his powerful fingers.
The young blond turned his face and kissed the fingers lovingly. For a second, both men seemed frozen, suspended in time. Then there was a quick mutual movement as they rushed together, fast becoming a tangle of arms and legs. Paolo started kissing Sebastien passionately, their lips gluing together as their legs folded around one another and dragged their bulging crotches into close proximity.
Sebastien tore his mouth off Paolo’s, gasping for breath. Paolo kept his eyes closed, his lips half parted as he emitted tiny gasping sounds. Sweat began to ooze from the pores of both men, wetting down their bodies for the struggle that was to follow this initial plunge—a struggle for sexual mastery, an athletic contest in which there could be no real loser.
Sebastien started planting small wet kisses on Paolo’s shoulders, sliding down further on his torso and making Paolo emit tiny moans of delight. He dragged his thick fingers along Paolo’s sides, licking up the salty perspiration that now coated Paolo’s hot body like a glistening dew. Paolo’s face crinkled up in an expression almost of pain, as Sebastien dug the point of his tongue into his navel, while he curled his fingers around the sides of Paolo’s bikini briefs and pulled them down over his thighs. With a quiet slapping sound, Paolo’s long prick slapped down to his flat belly while Sebastien finished tugging the briefs off his feet.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Sebastien said, kneeling between Paolo’s widely spread legs like a worshipper in front of some pagan idol. He ran his thick tongue over his lower lip, feeling his mouth go dry, as he stared at the blond stud’s long, narrow cock. It was big—smooth and pink, without anything comparable to the thick veins knotting his own.
The meaty, arrow-shaped head pointed upward toward Paolo’s head and invited Sebastien’s mouth to suck it. A small drop of cum oozed from the tight slit, cutting across the fat tip, his balls pulled up tighter and tighter to the root of his prick. A jungle of cock hairs bushed out around the base of Paolo’s fully extended prick, thinning down as they grew over his rising nuts. Paolo’s buttocks were flattened out slightly beyond his protruding hipbones, suggesting a firm, well-rounded ass to finger.
Sebastien broke away from Paolo’s embrace again, licking his sleek neck and working his way to the most intimate and erotic areas of the married m
an’s body. He tongued Paolo’s muscular arms, licked his way to his sides again, lapped at the responding nipples, then nipped them gently with his front teeth, while he slid his hands lovingly over the twisting, wet, hot body beneath him. Sebastien suddenly felt the nearly overwhelming desire to annihilate Paolo under him with his powerful sexuality. He felt he could incinerate the other man with his body heat. Sebastien moved his hands down until they pressed into Paolo’s butt cheeks. Paolo groaned, then arched his back and raised his ass off the bed to give Sebastien more room. Taking advantage of this strategic move, Sebastien slid his hands together under Paolo’s willing body, turning his fingers upward and digging them hungrily into the hard-muscled ass flesh. He groaned in sympathy with Paolo, as he felt the blond man’s cock jerk upward in response.
“Nice ass,” Sebastien complimented his friend. “Is it as fuckable as it looks and feels?”
“Find out for yourself. I want you to fuck me,” Paolo whispered hoarsely, as he still kept his eyelids tightly shut.
His mouth was pulled into a tight slit as his chest rose and fell unevenly. Sebastien had been gripping Paolo’s buttocks with both hands. Now, he moved his right hand from Paolo’s firm ass cheek and slid his fingers into the tight ass crack, exploring it. At the same time, he pushed the fingertips of his left hands through Paolo’s thick forest of cock hairs, until they bumped against the fat cockroot. Sebastien teased Paolo’s anus with his right hand and tickled the blond man’s balls and cockshaft with his left hand. The attack on two fronts at once had its inevitable result. Paolo was moving his hips in a slight rocking back-and-forth motion in response to Sebastien’s gentle fingering and tickling. He curled his toes, then fanned them out, as both men felt the air scorching their lungs.
At the same time Sebastien stuck out his long, wet tongue, flicking it lightly across the flared, purple head oozing more and more cock juice, Paolo groaned again, twisting his body from side to side, while he pushed his body higher off the bed in a silent plea for his partner to swallow the full length of his aching dick. The young married man’s cock throbbed like a festered wound, its blue veins pushing closer and closer toward the pinkish translucent surface, as more hot blood rushed down into the fat stalk.
But Sebastien was in no hurry. He enjoyed teasing someone like this, driving him crazy with lust, while he lay back and coolly played with him. This time, however, he had to be careful. Even though his cock throbbed, untouched by any part of the other man’s body, Sebastien could feel the cum surging up into the inner tube running the full nine inches of his jerking rod. An increasingly intense, itchy ache throbbed across his cockhead, while his balls pressed harder and harder against his fat dickroot. He was closer to the edge of shooting his wad, without any provocation, than he wanted to be.
Slowly, he trailed his tongue around the juicing piss slit, leaving a tiny silver trail of saliva on the shiny dickhead, while he tasted some of the cum that leaked from the other man’s prong. He dug his left forefinger into Paolo’s tight ass, wriggling it past the first joint into the slick tunnel. Sebastien started on the long trip down his partner’s quivering prong. Paolo groaned, letting out a choked sob and collapsing helpless onto the bed. He rolled his head from side to side on the crushed pillow, long strands of his golden hair plastered down on his hot, wet forehead. Sebastien teasingly tongued the hot cum-packed prick, slicking it down with his spit, as he moved down lower, to the blond man’s dickroot. He pushed his knees together, trapping his own long, thick, heavy cock sausage between his legs. The subtle pressure gave him some relief as he started his oral trip back up to the throbbing, meaty cockhead, which was dribbling jism.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” Paolo babbled helplessly.
Sebastien pulled away from his partner’s cock, milking it teasingly with the fingers of his right hand, while he jabbed another finger into the blond’s violated ass. A slick popping sound echoed in the otherwise still room, resulting from Sebastien’s massaging fingers working up and down the groaning blond’s cock. Paolo warned Sebastien several times he was close to popping off. He could feel his body growing tighter and tighter, like a fleshy vise. A tight knot was building deep in his belly as Sebastien continued jerking off the straining Italian-Brazilian stud.
Without saying a word, Sebastien moved quickly over the throbbing prong, opening his mouth and swallowing the full length of Paolo’s dick. The blond man stopped his groaning, jerking up into a half-sitting position. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets, while his lower jaw slackened with the sudden surprise of Sebastien’s hot, wet mouth engulfing his dick.
“Ah!” Paolo cried out incoherently, dropping back on the bed. His face was twisted up in an expression of mixed agony and unspeakable delight. His upper lip peeled back, revealing his long, straight row of white teeth. He licked his dry lips, his eyelids fluttering with lust.
Sebastien kept his lips pressed tightly against his friend’s hairy groin and flicked his tongue around the circumference of the buried cockshaft. Paolo scissored his lightly haired legs together, pressing his thighs hard against Sebastien’s body. Then he hunched up and pushed his prick further into his buddy’s sucking mouth.
Sebastien swallowed hard, tasting the thick, strongly salty flavor of Paolo’s oozing jism. His partner’s prick jabbed against the back of his throat. It kept on ballooning up and lengthening with every tongue-motion he made. Paolo started hunching regularly now, faster and faster. He fucked his cock quickly in and out of Sebastien’s mouth. His fingers dragged along the crumpled, sweat-stained sheet, gathering up a fistful of the material. His breathing became irregular and shallow. Sebastien could tell Paolo was so hot he was about to pop off any second. As much as he enjoyed playing Paolo like a musical instrument, he didn’t want the other man to shoot his cum just yet.
When Paolo’s face-fucking became almost uncontrollable, Sebastien backed off, sliding his mouth up the spit-greased rod. He kept his thick lips still tightly compressed against the shaft. Paolo groaned, reaching up and digging his trembling fingers into the tousled jungle of black hair. He obviously wanted Sebastien’s mouth back down against his crotch so he could ejaculate. Sebastien wasn’t sure he wanted to let the guy off quite so easily. Having another man at his sexual mercy was a relatively novel experience for him. Paolo wasn’t like Neil or Luis or their fellow male whores. Oh, they were willing to please a man, to do almost anything with him, although always for money. Paolo was there in bed with Sebastien because he wanted to be. Oddly enough, it was now Sebastien himself who suddenly felt like a whore—and a most willing and accommodating one. He was ready and eager to do anything to give Paolo pleasure—short of allowing the other man to come, which might bring an end to this delightful encounter! “Please, please,” Paolo moaned, twisting thick locks of Sebastien’s black hair in his fingers as he tried to pull that wonderful hot, wet mouth onto his rod. But the other man fought him, reaching up with his free hand and knocking the blond’s hands away from his head. At the same time he stuffed a third finger into Paolo’s ass. With that entrance, the blond stiffened, his mouth dropping open while his breathing caught.
“You’ll be begging for cock next,” Sebastien said, twisting his fingers around like a sharp-edged, thick drill.
“When you get to know me better, Sebastien, you’ll realize that I often beg for cock,” Paolo retorted. “It’s no novelty!”
Paolo twisted his body around at the hips, his face pinched with lust and impatience, as Sebastien continued stretching the tight entrance. At the same time, the dark-haired American opened his legs, releasing his imprisoned dick. It swung out and pointed toward Paolo’s swollen balls.
Sebastien stared for a moment at Paolo, gasping for breath. Rivulets of perspiration trickled down from his forehead, plastering his shiny coal-black hair to his flesh. More sweat dampened his broad, hairy chest, matting down his thick coat of body fur. Sebastien looked as though he’d just stepped out of a shower and had forgotten to towel himself dry. His lungs felt they w
ere about to burst, while his nostrils flared then contracted, like those of an aroused stallion. The aching in his cock made the big muscular man groan. Closing his eyelids tightly, Sebastien struggled with himself, forcing himself to think of anything but Paolo lying there half-conscious with lust just inches beneath him.
He opened his eyes again and saw the young blond’s delicate profile. Paolo’s head was rolled to the side, sunk into the wrinkled pillow. His belly and chest heaved up and down. His small, pouting mouth was half open. A tiny string of drool hung down from one of the corners and lay against the side of his chin. His golden hair lay tousled on his small head, looking like a corona of bright light. There was an air of passionate expectancy radiating from him. Without speaking a word he managed to communicate his sense of urgency to Sebastien.
Slowly, Sebastien reached out, fanning out his fingers while he placed them on Paolo’s upper chest then dragged them down the hot, wet flesh. Sebastien shuddered, drinking in that feathery, felt-like sensation of his big fingertips sliding over Paolo’s silky skin. He could see streak marks, where his fingers left a trail in the oily coating of sweat. A sudden cramp in his upper legs forced Sebastien to shift position, the bed groaning, as he leaned forward and started lapping on Paolo’s flesh once more. He moved his mouth over the rancher’s right nipple, licking the tough, swollen skin with the tip of his tongue. Then he lowered his lips down to the hot flesh, surrounding the stiff tit with his mouth, while he sucked as hard as he could.
Paolo let out a strangled sob of surprise, his body jerking like a speared fish. Sebastien dug his front teeth gently into the skin surrounding the quivering nipple. He could feel that nipple growing hard in his mouth, extending itself, as he bit harder and harder into Paolo’s flesh.
“Ah, it hurts,” Paolo cried, pushing up his back, while he dug his head deeper into the pillow. “It hurts in way that feels good, but don’t tease me! Please!” His body looked like a tightly strung bow, as he reached up and tried to push Sebastien’s head away from his chest.
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