Ginger Man and Dior: From the outside, highly respectable indivduals. But here, in the space they share, their darkest and most intimately debauched feelings surface ... Read on, and be prepared to have your foundations rocked.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Outback in the outback (Assignment 3)
As the landing gear unfolded creakily beneath the plane, I turned to you, yawning and stretching, which managed to melt into a hug and deeply passionate kiss. You returned this with ardour, as we prepared to disembark the flight on which we'd been ensconced this last 20-odd hours.
I have to say, before I continue my narrative, what a pleasure it is to fly with you. Aside from all the disgracefully debauched groping and fumbling throughout the flight, which was far more fun than I'd have ever imagined; you're just lovely to be with. Our connection is so strong that I appreciate each and every moment I spend with you. You are not just my lover and my writing collaborator; you are the love of my life, and my best friend.
Grabbing our hand luggage (mine, of course, being far larger than yours), we shuffled off the plane and began to walk towards passport control, then baggage claim, then finally through customs and out into the arrival hall of the small Australian airport; hand in hand, as is our wont. Just an ordinary, second-time-around pair of honeymooners, leaning against each other; less for support, rather than for each to feel the other's presence.
You nudged me. "There he is, that must be him." I looked in the direction to which your finger pointed, and I saw him. Mark. A man I'd met and become friendly with over the Internet, with your full support and encouragement, never dreaming that one day I would meet him, let alone be with you when I did. 6'2", blonde-haired and golden skinned; I've described him previously as a debauched Adonis, and I wasn't far off the mark.
We walked toward him, as he walked towards us, and once the formal introductions were over, he gave me a massive bearhug. "I'm so glad to finally see you in the flesh," he murmured, in his thick Aussie accent that I found so charming. "And you, mate", he said to you, with a flash of his boyish smile. "Lovely to have you both here. This way to the truck," and he set off at a pace that we didn't even try to match.
As he loaded the baggage into the back of the truck, I watched his muscles literally ripple and caught my breath. You heard it; felt it; knew what was on my mind, and whispered something in my ear, to which I immediately acquiesced. You then turned to Mark, with your lovely smile, and that evil twinkle in your blue eyes that I so adore.
"Hey, Mark -- I've been flown by someone else for hours. Mind if I take the wheel for a while? You can keep Dior company in the back seat; just point me in the right direction."
Mark looked puzzled. "But... you've just been on a plane journey... aren't you tired?"
"Sure," you said, "A little. But what do you say to heading for a coffee shop before going to yours? What do you think? I need my coffee and I'm not sure I can wait the whole three hour drive to your place for a cup... hmmm? Please?"
I smiled benignly. I'm used to your idiosyncrasies, and this was so like you .... even though I knew you had an ulterior motive.
"Well .... ok," replied Mark, still bemused, although not particularly bothered at the weirdness of the suggestion. "There's a place about an hour down the road. Take the first left after you turn right out of the car park, and just keep going straight."
This decided, we piled into the truck; you in the drivers seat, and Mark and I in the back seat.
What was it I'd mentioned to you all those months ago? When the idea of a honeymoon was no more than pie in the sky? I was telling you the details of my latest conversation with Mark, and we'd casually started shooting the breeze about how wonderful a honeymoon in the Outback would be... and I'd alluded to how long Mark and I figured it would take before we jumped each other, once I'd landed in Oz.
I'd estimated an hour. He was about to prove me wrong. And you loved it.
You started the car, and drove off as instructed. Sitting in the back seat with Mark, I was conscious of his bare arm brushing mine, of the shivers running down my spine, and of his eyes boring into me; I could feel them sweeping me like searchlights, as I minutely examined the stitching on the edge of my handbag. He suddenly raised his hand, and brought his finger to my chin, as he lifted my face to his and kissed me: hard, passionate and oddly sweet .... embracing me as he did, until we were completely entwined.
As I kissed him, my hand ran down his body, until I felt the telltale bulge that I knew was his cock; the cock he'd suddenly and voluntarily shown me on cam only a few months ago .... his shy smile belying his delight at having finally shocked the unshockable Dior.
My fingers traced the outline, and then took on a life of their own; deftly unzipping and holding his gloriously hard appendage; feeling it throb and thrum as I slowly began to caress it. He let out a silent moan, and buried his face in my neck .... whereupon it was my turn to moan .... oh my god ....
I turned so that I could massage him with both hands; one cuddling his balls, and the other lazily stroking one fingernail up his shaft .... then two .... then all five. He yowled in pleasure, and I heard you chuckle to yourself, and then let out a sigh of knowing satisfaction.
Making an "O" out of my fingers around the base of his shaft, I brought my hand up it slowly.... allowing my nails to trace along it as I did .... feeling him shiver against me as he kissed me again .... so deeply and passionately, it reminded me of you. I lifted my face, so that his lips found my neck and throat .... and were then free to whimper as I increased the friction of my hand on his shaft, and the gentle squeezing and caressing of his balls.
"Oh my god, you're incredible ...." he gasped, as he shifted so that I could access him more freely. Leaving his balls briefly, I pulled his shorts open wider, and pulled them off him, stroking his crack with my hand and dipping into his anus quickly. He gasped again wordlessly.
My hand was now flying up and down his shaft, which was becoming more and more engorged as I continued the stroking and squeezing of his long, hard, thick cock. Returning my alternate hand to his balls, I found them hot and risen; I licked my hand lavishly and enveloped them within my palm once more.
I noticed that the radio was uncharacteristically silent, and realised that you'd shut it off in order to hear the effects of my behaviour on Mark. For your benefit, as much as for Mark's, I began to whisper sweet somethings in his ear .... "Come for me baby .... god, your cock is so beautiful .... come for me .... come now .... it'll be the first time of many, I promise .... this is an appetizer, you'll see.."
At this last breathy remark, he murmured his acquiescence. "I'll make you moan like mad later, just you wait darl," he exhaled, and then caught his breath as I increased my pressure on that tiny soft place at the base of his shaft, just below his balls.
"Are you close, baby?" I asked him, and he nodded frantically. Tugging at my seatbelt, I loosened it so that I could bend my mouth to the tip of his throbbing head, just in time for him to spurt cum into my mouth and down my throat, releasing a strangled cry of ecstasy as he did. He lay in my arms, spent, exhausted and delighted, and I kissed him softly, and held him close.
Upon hearing Mark climax, you immediately pulled the truck over to the side of the road, got out rushed around to my door to kiss me. Pulling back, you took my face between your hands and looked me straight in the eye.
"Your first misbehaviour as my real time wife," you said, and kissed me again. "May it be the first of many."
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