lips together. If “impertinence” was a deal breaker, hysterical laughter would surely put him on the next train home.
Slowly, Paresh opened the box’s hinged lid. Lined with black silk, the box contained a silicone dildo, at least nine inches long and quite thick, with realistic head and veins. Again, Andrew thought of Cormac, but now without any temptation to laugh.
“Isn’t it perfect?” Paresh prompted.
“Yeah. But on the phone, you mentioned lube…?”
“Soon. Just thought I’d give you a look at what’s in store. Now. I’ll sit down and you’ll undress. Slowly.”
Settling himself in the straight-backed chair, Paresh loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes. He fixed Andrew with an expectant gaze.
Anticipating this moment, Andrew had worn more clothing than usual. The only item he’d forgone was his socks. As an actor, he never approached a role without practicing every significant action ahead of time. If there was a sexy way to peel off socks, he hadn’t found it, so he’d decided to leave them at home.
Smile. Think of paying off that credit card….
Careful not to muss his hair, Andrew pulled off his outer T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. His inner T-shirt, long-sleeved, was a size too small, clinging to his biceps and pecs. Smoothing it needlessly as he kept eye contact with Paresh, Andrew slid a hand between his thighs, readjusting himself slightly. Then he unbuckled his belt, sliding it off slowly, unrushed. Stepping out of one shoe, then the other, Andrew smoothed his T-shirt again before removing the leather thong at his throat.
“You’re a born tease,” Paresh said appreciatively. Unknotting his tie, he cast it aside. “Take off the shirt. I want to see those pink nipples again.”
Wriggling out of the T-shirt, Andrew managed to make the operation twice as long as necessary. He was surprised when Paresh made a little sound of disappointment.
“Why aren’t they erect?”
Andrew fingered his left nipple, working the nub till it stiffened. As he repeated the process on the right side, Paresh divested himself of his own shirt, dropping it on the floor.
Here goes….
The fact Paresh had already seen him nude, had already gone down on him, didn’t stop prickly heat from creeping up Andrew’s throat. Opening his fly button by button, Andrew pushed down his jeans, frustrated he wasn’t hard yet. When he worked his boxers down, stepping out of them with all the finesse he could muster, Paresh chuckled.
“You white boys blush like little girls. I adore it.” Paresh had also worked himself free of trousers and shorts. As he pulled off his socks, obviously unconcerned with whether the act was seductive or not, Andrew realized the other man was soft, too. Was this encounter turning into a failure?
“If you hope to excite me, you’ll have to do more than show me what I’ve already sampled,” Paresh said, as if reading Andrew’s mind. “Lie on the bed. Let me turn on the TV. In honor of your very first time, I’ve queued up the perfect inspiration.”
Andrew stretched out on satin sheets, unsure if he liked the cool slickness against his bare skin or not. When Paresh turned on the flat screen, Andrew braced himself for the sort of porn he’d always avoided, except for a few accidental glimpses: hairy men with moustaches and bald heads, tricked out in leather and humping to the beat. To his surprise, he saw a very pretty brunette, nude except for her garter belt and stockings, grinding on the lap of a generic porn dude. When the dude mumbled something about needing punishment, the brunette strapped on a mammoth black dildo, shiny with lube. Bending her man over, she worked it slowly up the back door, reaching around to give him an occasional hard tug. When she started thrusting in earnest, full breasts bouncing, Paresh cut off the TV.
“Is there any blood left above your neck?” He grinned at Andrew.
“No.” Andrew was so hard, he could barely get the word
Slowly, Paresh opened the box’s hinged lid. Lined with black silk, the box contained a silicone dildo, at least nine inches long and quite thick, with realistic head and veins. Again, Andrew thought of Cormac, but now without any temptation to laugh.
“Isn’t it perfect?” Paresh prompted.
“Yeah. But on the phone, you mentioned lube…?”
“Soon. Just thought I’d give you a look at what’s in store. Now. I’ll sit down and you’ll undress. Slowly.”
Settling himself in the straight-backed chair, Paresh loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes. He fixed Andrew with an expectant gaze.
Anticipating this moment, Andrew had worn more clothing than usual. The only item he’d forgone was his socks. As an actor, he never approached a role without practicing every significant action ahead of time. If there was a sexy way to peel off socks, he hadn’t found it, so he’d decided to leave them at home.
Smile. Think of paying off that credit card….
Careful not to muss his hair, Andrew pulled off his outer T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. His inner T-shirt, long-sleeved, was a size too small, clinging to his biceps and pecs. Smoothing it needlessly as he kept eye contact with Paresh, Andrew slid a hand between his thighs, readjusting himself slightly. Then he unbuckled his belt, sliding it off slowly, unrushed. Stepping out of one shoe, then the other, Andrew smoothed his T-shirt again before removing the leather thong at his throat.
“You’re a born tease,” Paresh said appreciatively. Unknotting his tie, he cast it aside. “Take off the shirt. I want to see those pink nipples again.”
Wriggling out of the T-shirt, Andrew managed to make the operation twice as long as necessary. He was surprised when Paresh made a little sound of disappointment.
“Why aren’t they erect?”
Andrew fingered his left nipple, working the nub till it stiffened. As he repeated the process on the right side, Paresh divested himself of his own shirt, dropping it on the floor.
Here goes….
The fact Paresh had already seen him nude, had already gone down on him, didn’t stop prickly heat from creeping up Andrew’s throat. Opening his fly button by button, Andrew pushed down his jeans, frustrated he wasn’t hard yet. When he worked his boxers down, stepping out of them with all the finesse he could muster, Paresh chuckled.
“You white boys blush like little girls. I adore it.” Paresh had also worked himself free of trousers and shorts. As he pulled off his socks, obviously unconcerned with whether the act was seductive or not, Andrew realized the other man was soft, too. Was this encounter turning into a failure?
“If you hope to excite me, you’ll have to do more than show me what I’ve already sampled,” Paresh said, as if reading Andrew’s mind. “Lie on the bed. Let me turn on the TV. In honor of your very first time, I’ve queued up the perfect inspiration.”
Andrew stretched out on satin sheets, unsure if he liked the cool slickness against his bare skin or not. When Paresh turned on the flat screen, Andrew braced himself for the sort of porn he’d always avoided, except for a few accidental glimpses: hairy men with moustaches and bald heads, tricked out in leather and humping to the beat. To his surprise, he saw a very pretty brunette, nude except for her garter belt and stockings, grinding on the lap of a generic porn dude. When the dude mumbled something about needing punishment, the brunette strapped on a mammoth black dildo, shiny with lube. Bending her man over, she worked it slowly up the back door, reaching around to give him an occasional hard tug. When she started thrusting in earnest, full breasts bouncing, Paresh cut off the TV.
“Is there any blood left above your neck?” He grinned at Andrew.
“No.” Andrew was so hard, he could barely get the word
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