“… His gaze was
Crystal and clear,
He was so trembling – with his whole body, every nerve…
I was not the first, not even – one hundred first…
And I don’t care – and the service service is the second I agree!”
( G. Neumann. )
Morning… Home… Clup-Khlepp, Chav-Shvak-Schlup… On dirty fragments of frozen water… The boots soaked forever, doomed socks… Snow – cooled milk porridge from kindergarten, fresh, also inevitably cold, sticks, stuck, wet… In the square near the theater, snow looks like a huge, dirty – white sheet, Dimkin’s bed in the morning, dented, cold, with cooled traces of night bursts of joy… Khlyupov-Khlepov happiness. Another night with you has become a former, past, alien. Successful (?) “”…There is a wind left between me and you…”Emptiness, hangover, morning… The back of joy… “The long road Beskaifova…”
Oh! Snowfall – falling away! Cype of shit in nature, your snowfall! Non -suitable time of the year. Winter in our city is disgusting!
ClUP-thak-hut… Home home…
Dimka glorious, gentle, affectionate… A light, handsome guy who has already had a sad experience in his 25, but has not yet confused the ability to feel and love. And why there are so few of them in the world, there are such DIMs?
– Alleo. You, Dimon!?
– Hello Timokha! You will come?
– I will fly! I will stroke the laces and fly!
– Hooray! Buy cheap vodka and dear canned. You can not starch shoelaces.
– Ok-chpok, after 15 minutes.
– You go around – do not kiss, the brother has not left yet.
– Then… Chest in advance!
– We will have time, Timosha, we will have time. AND
Another quarter and I got it, cheers! Frost, however. It’s good that he does not live far. The door of the entrance with fresh brown paint, a scratch fuck . It’s here. The elevator is not a wall, but a whole Graffiti gallery, noted the most interesting – “Dimka – Pidazh”…J I wonder about him? Knocks in the chest. Bukh, ok. The secret mechanisms of the elevator sound somewhere in the subconscious… Clap – stop! Arrived.
– Hello, Tima, and I was already waiting.
– Hello. Uf, I was even out of breath.
Dima a little under the hop (escorted his brother with beer) unfasten a jacket on me, lightning sees somewhere below. (Crap!) Looking for my lips with his… Kisses… Hugs with one hand, the other fights with lightning on a jacket. I get up, always so when he kisses. He leaves at rest and puts his palm on the width of my jeans. Warm palm, nice. For many more minutes we kiss, do not rush. And brother!? He has a brother…
– He left already.
Dima breaks away from my lips, ahead of the question. Everything is ready to give it for such a look, pure transparent… Remove my jacket through my head, immediately with the sweater. He holds both of my wrists, tightly, (so as not to burst? J) his palms are warm… Kisses my palm, fingers…
– You smell of ta-b-hu… TIIIMOOOOSHAAAA…
Dima does not breathe evenly, presses more and more. I spend my hand over his back, he shudders, puts his head on my shoulder.
Both calmed down a little. Now it’s time to take off your kitchen. Dimkins are branded sandwiches, my sprats and cheap vodka. We drink, Dimka does not eat anything, looks at me with big drunken, in love eyes, smiles. I am hungry, I burst with pleasure.
– Dim, you don’t eat? Eat, otherwise you will get drunk and fall asleep, and I need you in working condition of full standing.
– I won’t fall asleep with you, and why would I get drunk? I’m not drunk – like a scout. And if I get advantage, you have a detailed operating instruction… Me. But I don’t want to eat, I am a figure of shore… I save the waist, maybe.
– You are already beautiful as Apollo. And thin as high -speed bicycle j. Eat.
I put the rest of the sandwich in his mouth. He swallows, licks my little finger. Dima is noticeably drunk, climbs to kiss over the table and overturning a glass.
– Ty… It spilled and drains… Let’s go, Tim… A? Let’s go to … already. How much you can endure!
We move to the room, to his bed. He gets confused in his shirt, tries to tear off the button.
– PUVIGSASASTY will be… Here!
Help to remove the stuck shirt. He has a completely children’s figure, but there is something in it… Rare, by nature. God gave him, but I took! AND
I am lying on my back with my eyes closed, Dima does not stand on ceremony, climbs over me, kisses and licks, starting from the heels, he “likes” so much “. He is excited, begins to quietly bite my chest. His caresses become more persistent, takes my cock in his mouth… In the art of blowjob, he has no equal, (and where he managed to learn?) I try not to finish. Our rule – Dima always ends the first when I am “inside”. I hold back his persistent movements, move away. He sits on me with a “riding”, in front of his handsome, even cock, a relief head, his cock shakes with every heart blow. (Mine or his?) And Dimka himself trembles more and more. I’m trying to take his cock in my mouth, he moves away and holds out to me the cream (this is the name – “children’s” j). I smear his hole, try to put my finger, Dima shudders, takes my hand by the member and begins to slow down on it… I press him, he groans, then sighs deeply, and I enter him deeper… At some point, he groans again, pulls, tries to move away, but I do not let him go…
We carefully turn over, it covers me with my feet, now I am on top, I feel his hot cock with my stomach… Dima moans, breathes evenly, to the beat of our movements, droplets of sweat appear on his forehead, his gaze becomes crazy…
– More, Tima, still… Next, please…
Dima begins to tremble even more, I can’t hold back anymore, move faster, he waves his breath, holds his breath and… His hot sperm spilles on our stomach, with each of my push he spills out less and less warm droplets… He kisses me with passion, for a long time, it hurts and I end in it…
– No, Tim, don’t pull it out, we lie down like that… Lie down a little… Let’s go to the shower?
– Let’s go to.
He takes out a shampoo and soaps me… I’m trying to grab his finger with his mouth, smear his nose with foam… These dog-priestly fun from the first day of our acquaintance… We wipe each other with a towel and, without dressing, slap into the kitchen, this is called Dima “lunch naked”. We finish the vodka, Dimka eats everything that remains on the table and cooks coffee.
– You coffee in bed?
– No, we are in a cup!
We drink in bed. Coffee is bad, we both do not know how to cook it… I take a cup from Dima and Valya on the bed. He stretches out, squints pretty when I kiss his stomach, I indulge, pretending to fall asleep…
– That’s how! He himself was snapy and sleep!? Will not work!
Dima is trying to put me on a pillow higher, I help him. We get settled for a long time, Dimka laughs… Now his knees on both sides of my head. So not only I will suck him, but he will be able to move. “You myself in my mouth” J I hold him by the fluffy eggs, with the other hand -the ass, he moves faster, his cock rests on my throat, I try… He likes. He shudders, ends and presses his hand to my lips. “Swallow! I said! AND”. Although no one was going to spill anything out, he “likes it” so.
We fall asleep, hugging, it’s not convenient for me, I carefully free myself from his hands and turn away, but he woke up.
– Do not get crazy, Timaaaa.
Light… I understand through a dream, my cock is in his mouth. Dima is already tired, but does not stop, I try to finish faster, it turns out the other way around… He moves in one rhythm, he likes to blowjob, stretches the pleasure… I’m finishing… Dima is tired, but satisfied, licks like a kitten after milk. Muzzle sleepy, but look… Clean, transparent, slightly naive…
– Tim, you do coffee?
– Dimka, you’re just lovely…
Morning… Home… ClUP-HILUP… The shoes got wet forever… ClUP-thak-hut…
Home home…
Winter in our city is disgusting!
Timka.
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Krasnodar. December 2001.
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