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Hello LPSG! Orca here, just exercising his 10% gay with a flash fic about two guys enjoying that side of themselves for the first time. I had such fun writing this - I hope you like it.
New World
“There…just there…that’s the spot…”
We’re standing close together in the shower, belly to belly, warm water sluicing over hotter flesh. His slender arms clasp round my shoulders, his swollen cockhead snug against my navel. The two of us in the cubicle make for a tight fit, but we do fit, and our closeness here is heaven.
At that moment I’m running soapy fingers round his tight hole. Oh God he’s got a gorgeous ass, so wonderfully tight and smooth, just a hint of fuzz at the bottom of his spine. Muscles come alive under my palms, clench and quiver. The curves both soft and hard are magic to me now, this ripened treasury of skin and flesh a brave new world for me to savour and explore.
“Mmm, I’m not quite sure. This is new territory for me, remember. Let’s see now…” I dare to probe a little deeper, twist my finger just inside him and with that he goes to pieces, gasping and shuddering, knees atremble. He almost loses balance as he lurches into me; our hard cocks grind as one. I grin down at him like an idiot.
“Oh, I guess you were right. That really is the spot.”
“Sm… smartass -”
He’s gasping now, breath ragged, and I think that single word is all he’s gonna manage for a while.
“Oh you betya, love. Your very favourite kind.”
His eyes lid shut as he gives way to the pleasure, lips parting and panting hard. Immediately I take advantage, claim his lower lip with my own to nibble gently there. He turns his head into the kiss, needy, urgent, fingers digging deep into my back to keep us close; our tongues swipe as he humps and humps at me, the primal ancient rhythm, instinct of the animal inside him sparking with my own. And just like that we’re a single heaving mass of man-flesh, joined in shameless sensual union from pectorals to thighs.
Never thought I had it in me, to please a guy like this, to make him incoherent. Never thought I’d have eyes for a male, let alone that one might see me that way too.
At this rate we won’t be long. Still, I try to eek it out, try to shift my cock-addled brain from the feeling of his shaft on mine. I dip my head to nip his ear, then slide my tongue to the smooth skin of his neck. He tastes of clean and salt and something wholly male that drugs me to my core. My fingers spread wide across his ass, and I think, I think, think ass, think legs, think goddam anything at all, just not our raging, sliding cocks.
Who am I kidding? My brain cells fizz and pop, short-circuited on feedback loops as old as time, directed thought quite out of the question.
I make a frantic lunge one-handed for the soap, manage not to drop it; he gets my drift and we break apart, cocks bobbing, aching, rampant in the too-wide gap between us. I quickly lather up and soap his groin and belly, then slicken up my own. Toss the soap aside and it’s straight back to it, our bodies slapping as they meet, the erotic edge honed razor-sharp by silken soapy slickness. The feelings boil up in our groins once more, feral, dangerous. We’re racing to the edge on that blissful surge that build and builds and will not be denied, panting hard, mouth on mouth, and it’s slide slide slide towards the peak to crest the top together.
He gets there just before me with a grunt and the cutest little whimper, desperate hands clawing at my back. I feel him swell between my own hard shaft and belly, and then his cum bursts out to coat us both, three spurts, four and five. And that warm surge is all I need to cum as well, eyes shut, gasping, pulling him tight up to me with both hands on his rear. He’s all I want and need right now, no thought of letting go. Vaguely I hear him chuckle as I lose it, knowing he can feel my climax and my cum, exposed and utterly laid bare. It feels so right.
The shower hisses round us in the glory of the moment. We hold it even as we hold each other, a little sadness there, for the aftershocks are fading. Our mingled spend still joins us skin to skin, its sharp scent tangy-hot as it mixes with the steam.
We're panting, staring wide-eyed at each other. I hold his head in both my hands.
"Well hello there, lover. You thinking of round two?"
New World
“There…just there…that’s the spot…”
We’re standing close together in the shower, belly to belly, warm water sluicing over hotter flesh. His slender arms clasp round my shoulders, his swollen cockhead snug against my navel. The two of us in the cubicle make for a tight fit, but we do fit, and our closeness here is heaven.
At that moment I’m running soapy fingers round his tight hole. Oh God he’s got a gorgeous ass, so wonderfully tight and smooth, just a hint of fuzz at the bottom of his spine. Muscles come alive under my palms, clench and quiver. The curves both soft and hard are magic to me now, this ripened treasury of skin and flesh a brave new world for me to savour and explore.
“Mmm, I’m not quite sure. This is new territory for me, remember. Let’s see now…” I dare to probe a little deeper, twist my finger just inside him and with that he goes to pieces, gasping and shuddering, knees atremble. He almost loses balance as he lurches into me; our hard cocks grind as one. I grin down at him like an idiot.
“Oh, I guess you were right. That really is the spot.”
“Sm… smartass -”
He’s gasping now, breath ragged, and I think that single word is all he’s gonna manage for a while.
“Oh you betya, love. Your very favourite kind.”
His eyes lid shut as he gives way to the pleasure, lips parting and panting hard. Immediately I take advantage, claim his lower lip with my own to nibble gently there. He turns his head into the kiss, needy, urgent, fingers digging deep into my back to keep us close; our tongues swipe as he humps and humps at me, the primal ancient rhythm, instinct of the animal inside him sparking with my own. And just like that we’re a single heaving mass of man-flesh, joined in shameless sensual union from pectorals to thighs.
Never thought I had it in me, to please a guy like this, to make him incoherent. Never thought I’d have eyes for a male, let alone that one might see me that way too.
At this rate we won’t be long. Still, I try to eek it out, try to shift my cock-addled brain from the feeling of his shaft on mine. I dip my head to nip his ear, then slide my tongue to the smooth skin of his neck. He tastes of clean and salt and something wholly male that drugs me to my core. My fingers spread wide across his ass, and I think, I think, think ass, think legs, think goddam anything at all, just not our raging, sliding cocks.
Who am I kidding? My brain cells fizz and pop, short-circuited on feedback loops as old as time, directed thought quite out of the question.
I make a frantic lunge one-handed for the soap, manage not to drop it; he gets my drift and we break apart, cocks bobbing, aching, rampant in the too-wide gap between us. I quickly lather up and soap his groin and belly, then slicken up my own. Toss the soap aside and it’s straight back to it, our bodies slapping as they meet, the erotic edge honed razor-sharp by silken soapy slickness. The feelings boil up in our groins once more, feral, dangerous. We’re racing to the edge on that blissful surge that build and builds and will not be denied, panting hard, mouth on mouth, and it’s slide slide slide towards the peak to crest the top together.
He gets there just before me with a grunt and the cutest little whimper, desperate hands clawing at my back. I feel him swell between my own hard shaft and belly, and then his cum bursts out to coat us both, three spurts, four and five. And that warm surge is all I need to cum as well, eyes shut, gasping, pulling him tight up to me with both hands on his rear. He’s all I want and need right now, no thought of letting go. Vaguely I hear him chuckle as I lose it, knowing he can feel my climax and my cum, exposed and utterly laid bare. It feels so right.
The shower hisses round us in the glory of the moment. We hold it even as we hold each other, a little sadness there, for the aftershocks are fading. Our mingled spend still joins us skin to skin, its sharp scent tangy-hot as it mixes with the steam.
We're panting, staring wide-eyed at each other. I hold his head in both my hands.
"Well hello there, lover. You thinking of round two?"
