“Mmm…” Bam was walking next to him holding Ville by the hand. Actually, he was holding his forearm with his both hands, his skateboard was squeezed under his armpit, so he was in fact hopping alongside Ville sideways not paying a slightest attention to the people passing them. “Haha, I like it, it’s cool,” Bam giggled. “It’s like you’re my chick… HEY!” Bam abruptly raised his voice. “LOOK EVERYONE! LOOK AND ENVY ME!!! THIS BABE IS MINE!!!
“Bam, are you fucked in the head?” groaned Ville.
“No, I’m not fucked… yet.”
“I’ll hit you,” hissed Ville.
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Crying with laughter and giggling hysterically Bam creeped out from under Ville, who was trying to get back on his feet slowly and unsurely. Bam left the elevator in a creative way: on his all fours, peeking sideways at the genuinely stunned faces of the Asian tourists. On his way out, he shared with them everything he has learned about Japan from watching hentai and playing stupid computer games with his brother:
“Err.. Gomen nasai… Sayonara!… Kawaii… Harakiri!…” he giggled. “Pokemon! I KILLED MY POKEMON! I DIDN’T FEED HIM, AND HE SHAT HIMSELF TO DEATH ON THE THIRD DAY! HE DIED! HE DIED IN HIS OWN SHIT! By the way, could you please tell me, how could he shit so much if I didn’t feed him?”
_________________ Satisfaction guaranteed (c) Daniel Lioneye
Хорошо быть угашенным туристом из ебаного хуй знает где. (с) Эрос и Танатос
Это AnkHIM-и-Я!
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Ville finished his speech and walked away solemnly, rocking defiantly and then impressively dropping dead on the floor his face forward.
_________________ Satisfaction guaranteed (c) Daniel Lioneye
Хорошо быть угашенным туристом из ебаного хуй знает где. (с) Эрос и Танатос
Это AnkHIM-и-Я!
“Hey you, give me an Errrotic massage,” ordered Ville licking his lips and pointing at Bam.
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“Holy crap!” approved his maneuver Bam and took off his t-shirt in a single swift movement, tossing it somewhere in the corner of the corridor.
_________________ Satisfaction guaranteed (c) Daniel Lioneye
Хорошо быть угашенным туристом из ебаного хуй знает где. (с) Эрос и Танатос
Это AnkHIM-и-Я!
Bam swore under his breath and stuck his fingers into Ville’s mouth as deep as he could.
Ville moaned and arched his back under the invasion of his fingers, taking him inside and throwing his head back. Bam only saw his Adam’s apple twitch, and jerked away his hand crawling aside with a constrained:
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…”
_________________ Satisfaction guaranteed (c) Daniel Lioneye
Хорошо быть угашенным туристом из ебаного хуй знает где. (с) Эрос и Танатос
Это AnkHIM-и-Я!
Well, if you don't blow your own horn, no one will do it for you, as they say, so here are some of my favourite parts:
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“Give me your hand,” Bam gave up first.
“No.”
“Give me your hand.”
“Stop being so gay, Bam.”
“Alright, I’ll take it by myself.”
Ville didn’t say anything. It was hard to explain even to himself why holding Bam with his both hands earlier today wasn’t gay and now it suddenly was. In fact, he didn’t have to explain that to himself, he knew the answer, he was hoping that Bam had the smarts not to ask him that question. He didn’t have a slightest desire to show the guy the tumult he caused in him playfully, in a snap of his fingers. It was one of those cases when he was afraid to look ridiculous in someone’s eyes.
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“Little twat,” said Ville through his teeth and returned his hand to his pocket.
The moment Bam realized the physical treat was over, he quickly got all of his courage back:
“You know, it’s alright. Love comes with habit. Marry first, and love will come follow, as they say,” he returned to his worldly-wise style of speech.
“Huh?”
“It wasn’t a love at first sight for me either,” said Bam seriously. “I found some of your features quite repelling at first, but then, after some time I gradually managed to convince myself to give you a chance…”
“YOU WHAT?!” Ville stopped, glaring at him with his arms akimbo.
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“I can’t… I can’t bear it any longer… I want you so fucking bad…”
At once Ville lost his ability to analyze. He could only see Bam’s sensitive mouth in front of him. Vague ‘I want you’ sounded somewhere in the back of his mind, muffled up by the deafening beating of his heart. He covered Bam’s slightly parted lips with his mouth before he could realize what he was doing. The gentle touch of the guy’s soft, warm lips striving eagerly to answer the kiss burned a white-hot line from his brain to his stiff cock, making every touch on his lips feel like he was caressed down there.
Well, they had very little time left by the time both of them freshened themselves up after the road, but he was not surprised when somehow, during their chaotic wandering around the room Ville's body pressed him carefully, but firmly to the wall of the room corridor. Very tactfully and tenderly, yet very firmly, so that his breathing seized. But not out of surprise, no.
"Mize…" he heard a soft murmur near his ear, followed by a gentle touch of the guy's lips on his neck.
"Fuck you, I knew it would end up this way," Mige whispered, feeling his limbs and what's more important his mind, going weak.
"Mize… I need it real bad…" Mige grabbed Ville by his ribs. Pressed to him ever so tightly, Ville's body was inflamed with desire, he could feel it by the guy's panting, by the pounding of his heart under his palms. After all, what kind of man in his right mind would ask to get fucked in a broad daylight with such a peremptory impudence and complete lack of any kind of hesitation about a certain humiliating aspect about the whole situation? Quite the opposite, a tinge of humiliation caused by the surgically cold cynicism of the situation was turning on his vis-a-vis even more.
The room went dark before Mige's eyes.
"Oh boy… the hell you're doing," he exhaled, closing his eyes desperately, and feeling the fleeting, wet brushes of Ville's tongue on his lower jaw sending a wave of all burning flame down his spine.
"How… do you… want me to ask you…" Ville's words resonated slowly in his arousing from the depth of his mind dick, caressing it gently with each word. Apparently, the refusal was not on the list of possible decisions initially, but Mige was more likely to kill him now, rather than refuse him.
In a state of silent mental confusion, he watched as if through someone else's eyes as Ville pulled his own tank-top, hoicking it up, and slid down slowly, in one smooth movement, brushing his naked body against Mige's, rubbing against him from his crotch to his chest, and fucking hell, the fact that Mige was fully dressed was not helping him at all. Psychological violation over his favorite erotic fantasies was far too intense.
"That's how it is, huh?" Mige said panting, his chest heaving. Ville's eyes were burning a hole right through his brainpan and Mige was trying to avoid looking into them, because he knew that once he does - he is gone. He was trying to concentrate on the line below his lips, but a quivering jerk of the Adam's apple on the painfully familiar neck, for some reason called to his mind some wrong images… well, of course, they were the rightest images possible in fact. "We love tender fanboys from MTV, but when it comes to fucking we prefer mates of age, are we?" Mige could not refrain from making a snarky note, to regain at least some of his sanity.
Well, they had very little time left by the time both of them freshened themselves up after the road, but he was not surprised when somehow, during their chaotic wandering around the room Ville's body pressed him carefully, but firmly to the wall of the room corridor. Very tactfully and tenderly, yet very firmly, so that his breathing seized. But not out of surprise, no.
"Mize…" he heard a soft murmur near his ear, followed by a gentle touch of the guy's lips on his neck.
"Fuck you, I knew it would end up this way," Mige whispered, feeling his limbs and what's more important his mind, going weak.
"Mize… I need it real bad…" Mige grabbed Ville by his ribs. Pressed to him ever so tightly, Ville's body was inflamed with desire, he could feel it by the guy's panting, by the pounding of his heart under his palms. After all, what kind of man in his right mind would ask to get fucked in a broad daylight with such a peremptory impudence and complete lack of any kind of hesitation about a certain humiliating aspect about the whole situation? Quite the opposite, a tinge of humiliation caused by the surgically cold cynicism of the situation was turning on his vis-a-vis even more.
The room went dark before Mige's eyes.
"Oh boy… the hell you're doing," he exhaled, closing his eyes desperately, and feeling the fleeting, wet brushes of Ville's tongue on his lower jaw sending a wave of all burning flame down his spine.
"How… do you… want me to ask you…" Ville's words resonated slowly in his arousing from the depth of his mind dick, caressing it gently with each word. Apparently, the refusal was not on the list of possible decisions initially, but Mige was more likely to kill him now, rather than refuse him.
In a state of silent mental confusion, he watched as if through someone else's eyes as Ville pulled his own tank-top, hoicking it up, and slid down slowly, in one smooth movement, brushing his naked body against Mige's, rubbing against him from his crotch to his chest, and fucking hell, the fact that Mige was fully dressed was not helping him at all. Psychological violation over his favorite erotic fantasies was far too intense.
"That's how it is, huh?" Mige said panting, his chest heaving. Ville's eyes were burning a hole right through his brainpan and Mige was trying to avoid looking into them, because he knew that once he does - he is gone. He was trying to concentrate on the line below his lips, but a quivering jerk of the Adam's apple on the painfully familiar neck, for some reason called to his mind some wrong images… well, of course, they were the rightest images possible in fact. "We love tender fanboys from MTV, but when it comes to fucking we prefer mates of age, are we?" Mige could not refrain from making a snarky note, to regain at least some of his sanity.
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