16 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Alyssa Cole @alyssacolelit vs Tara Lain @taralain #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231 Signal Boost – Alyssa Cole

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Just from that first contact, I was ready to burst. It had been some time since a hand other than my own had been in that region, but the tingling that shook my spine and nearly cramped my toes in my shoes was something I’d never thought possible just from a guy copping a feel. Especially someone as inexperienced as Mykhail.

“Fuck, Mykhail.” Both of my arms were stretched behind me, supporting my weight, but now I shot a hand out and placed it over his. “You don’t have to do this.” I really wanted him to, of course, but that didn’t mean I’d take advantage of his naivety.

He pulled his hand away from my hard-on, and I willed the Earth to just open up and take me then. Perhaps a statue would one day be placed on the spot memorializing St. John, patron of all men who’d died of stupidity after telling a beautiful guy to stop jacking them off.

But his hand didn’t stray far. He took off his glasses and placed them an arm’s length away from us in the grass. I didn’t know if he feared them being broken, or if seeing out of focus made him feel less self-conscious, and I didn’t care. His eyes were completely visible now, dark azure, and focused intensely on me. His expression was just as arousing as his touch had been. Maybe more so. As he ran his tongue over that wide mouth and stared at me, I knew that innocent Mykhail was thinking very naughty things. Desire was a solid ache in my bones, a tangible itch that was impossible to rid myself of. I needed Mykhail, and it appeared he was more than willing to help.

“I want to touch you,” he said. He fumbled with the clasp on my fanny pack for what seemed like forever, and then its weight dropped to the grass at my side. His hand snaked back down to my crotch and unbuttoned my pants. “I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted anything more than this really, and I’m a guy who’s wanted for a lot. I don’t understand everything happening between us—I shouldn’t be doing this, but I’ve broken a lot of my own rules since I met you.”

“You have a rule against giving handjobs in the woods?” I asked. My voice was husky, and I was pressing my ass into the ground so as not to seek out his hand with my dick. “That’s highly specific.”

He leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue down the length of my neck, then retraced the path with his warm mouth, stopping to nip and suck at my sensitive skin. “I shouldn’t feel this way about you. This should be nothing more than a kiss or a touch. But I feel more than that, which means you might feel more than that too. It’s not fair to you, but that’s not enough to stop me. You’ll have to tell me if you don’t want me to do this.”

Again, his words thrilled and confused me, his resistance to the obvious chemistry between us heightening the attraction instead of diminishing it. He thought he was protecting me somehow—that was what we wanted from the people we cared about when it came down to it, wasn’t it? I didn’t quite know what to make of it though, his insistence that we couldn’t be. He was inexperienced, and probably scared of a sexuality he’d suppressed for so long. Maybe he just thought that hooking up during a crisis wasn’t the best idea. Whatever the problem was, I was confident it could be surmounted; it was hard not to be optimistic when his hand was caressing my length and his eyes were broadcasting desire. I ignored the alarm going off in my head, the one that told me matters of the heart were never that simple, and gave in to my impulses.

He rubbed his mouth against mine while his fingers fumbled at my zipper, carefully navigating it over the bulge in my pants. His hands were shaking as he pulled my cock free of jeans and underwear and, Lord help me, that turned me on even more. His fingertips traced the outline of my dick, from the base of one side up over the flanged tip and down the other side. Sweat broke out along my temple and I bit my lip to keep from making some embarrassing noise at his simple exploration. His touch was curious but not entirely clumsy, and the need for more, faster, warmer roiled in my veins, like a kettle just before the steam hits the spout.

“Should I stop?” he asked. I heard the thread of anxiety in his voice. Did he really think I could reject him as my cock jutted toward him, eager for his touch?

“Please don’t even think about stopping.”

He took me in his warm palm then, his grip light as it moved up and down my length. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back; the bright spring sunshine warmed my body and created rouged patterns behind my eyelids. The breeze slipped between his fingers and caressed my shaft, swept through the soft patch of hair at its base. I’d never been one for exhibitionism, but the sensation of exposure during such an intimate act added to my pleasure.

“Does it feel good?” he asked. I thought that was obvious, but then I remembered that he’d never touched any dick but his own prior to this. I rocked up into his hand in answer.

He took his hand away and quickly replaced it, now slick with saliva. His grip was tighter, squeezing up and down as he pumped my cock in quick bursts, occasionally brushing his thumb over the sensitive head. I opened my eyes and met his gaze, which was still locked on mine. He was studying my face, cataloging my reactions. When he found a rhythm that left me panting and thrusting into his palm, he stuck with it, adding a twist of his hand that provided an extra level of friction.

My pleasure escaped from my mouth in yelps and cries that broke the silence of the forest that surrounded us. Each stroke of his fist built upon the other, the push and pull answered by something in my blood and skin and bones that went incandescent at his touch. And the way he looked at me, so intense and eager to get me off, to give pleasure… I was used to guys who wanted to take, even if they disguised it as a gift. But Mykhail couldn’t hide how my reaction to him spurred him on. I lifted a hand to his face, then ran it down his neck and rested it on his shoulder, gripping him. I could feel the flex and release of his muscles as he stroked me at a faster pace, the way his body shook from the exertion and the excitement.

“I’m gonna come.” I was a bit ashamed that he could get me this close to the edge so quickly, but I couldn’t ignore the tingling that claimed my entire body, or the way my balls were tight and my cock jumped in his slick hand.

“Good,” he replied in a husky voice, and then his mouth claimed mine again. This kiss wasn’t tinged with sadness or sweetness. It was possessive, his tongue driving into my mouth to tangle with mine, even as his grip tightened and he increased the speed of his pumping. I didn’t have time to register all of those things until afterward though; in that moment, pleasure arched through me like an electrical charge. I surged up against him and groaned my release against his lips.

cooltext129750505189949Knight of Ocean Avenue – Tara Lain

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When he walked in the bedroom, he about dropped the tray. Candlelight flickered off every wall and surface, a big cotton comforter covered the bed, and Shaz sat against the headboard wearing only his aqua boxer briefs and holding his study guide. All that was lovely, but Billy’s eyes riveted to the three dildoes lined up on the bedside table. He swallowed. “Uh—?”

Shaz extended a hand toward the toys. “Meet Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Baby Bear. We have no expectation of reaching Papa tonight, but I put him there aspirationally.”

Something like a giggle popped out of Billy’s mouth. Shaz put down the study guide and hopped up from the bed. “Let me take that before we feed it to the cats.” He grabbed the tray, and all Billy could see was the bulge of his cock in the briefs and then the beautiful thrust of his butt as he carried the tray to the side table. Shaz looked over his shoulder at Billy. “Hungry?” He must have noticed the look in Billy’s eyes, because he smirked. “Yes, I can see you are. But remember, we’re studying.”

“We are?”

“Yes. Get undressed, please.”

“To study?”

“Yes. It’s required.”

He was confused, but his cock wasn’t. As he undressed, Shaz opened the champagne and poured two glasses, then carefully placed a big cushion in the middle of the bed. Okay, this looked like pretty fun studying.

Shaz glanced over. “Hmm, you seem to like the lesson plan.”

Billy looked at his now bare and very upright penis. “Seems so.”

Shaz swayed his way to Billy and extended a glass of bubbly. Billy took it and they clinked, then Shaz gave a little salute to Billy’s cock and sipped his champagne. He pointed to the pillow. “Lie down on your stomach.”

Billy dove into position. He glanced back and saw Shaz grab one of his economy-sized containers of lube. Looks promising. And his study guide. What the hell?

Shaz sat on the bed beside Billy’s well-presented ass. Finally. Ever since Shaz had found out that Billy wanted to bottom, he’d given no attention to Billy’s aching hole because he said he wanted to wait for “his surprise.” It looked like the drought might be over.

Shaz patted his butt, then cracked it a little harder. Fun. Billy looked back as Shaz separated his ass cheeks and slipped a dollop of cool gel right where Billy most wanted it. “Yes.” The word came out on a long breath.

A very small digit inserted itself into Billy’s butthole. It felt weird. And it felt good. “Uh, you couldn’t find anything smaller?”

What had to be Shaz’s little finger pushed in farther. “Billy?”

“Mm.” He pushed his butt back so the finger slipped in another inch.

“Who do you contact before starting to work along the railroad tracks?”

“What? What the fuck?”

“Answer. Fast. Don’t think.”

“The Railroad Engineering Department.”

The finger pulled out and thrust back in. “How many guest rooms must a building have to be called a hotel? Answer!” Out and in.

Holy shit. “Five guest rooms.”

“Right.” Out, in. Out.

“Wait. What—?”

Something bigger and cold pushed against his opening. “How far from a crawl space or access door can cleanouts be?”

His head was swimming. “Tw-twenty.”

“Twenty what?”

“Feet. Twenty feet.” In. Out. In. Je-sus, it felt—“Holy shit. Oh my God.” His body lit up from the inside!

“May I introduce your prostate? What do you use to join a copper and a galvanized pipe?”

“A brass adaptor.” He shot his hips back against the wonderful intruder. “More. More.”

“Ah, see how we crave studying now?” Shaz set up a deep, steady rhythm with the dildo. “What do you call the place where a gable dormer meets the main roof?”

“A—a valley. Mmmm.”

Shaz laughed, but he didn’t stop. He moved on to a slightly larger dildo—and to the hardest legal questions. Billy’s lips opened and closed and made sounds, but he couldn’t hear them. He’d answer forever if Shaz just wouldn’t stop. In, out, in, out. Asphalt shingles. Liquid solar. Ordering structural steel. In. Out. Oh. My. God.

His balls tightened and his cock throbbed. So close. More. More. Heaven. More.

“With 120 tiles in a box, how many boxes of tile are needed to cover a wall six feet by ten feet using six inch square tiles?”

“Who-what?”

“Answer!”

Everything went black. A hot hand grabbed his cock and started to pump it. In. Out. In. “Answer!”

The world lit up like a Christmas tree. “Oh God. Oh!”

“Answer!”

“Twooooooo.” Semen shot out of his cock onto the blanket and that perfect hand kept stroking as one, two, three more blasts poured out of his happy-dancing dick.

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