Hulius (MM College)

I put this on a few sites, never knew if it was any good. Got a few hits.

"sex."

"mhmm, i'm feeling pretty ready for it."

that's how it started, wasn't even in the presence of eachother when we said it. it was the anti-romantic preparations to get laid. mmm yum. so we were idiots, but at least we had time to take care of everything, wash up, brush some teeth, dress pretty. or more like, in clothes you don't mind getting ruined. so he pulls his sedan up, knocks, and sneaks in a quick kiss before we're off. bastard. but noone caught sight, so my life was still easy. everything was squared to sleep over, "just don't drink and drive, it's how people genuinely die." and his house? well, occasionally parents don't live there - a divorcee with a travel job. there was about three feet to walk from the car to the door, but there was plenty of ass grabbing in between, from both parties. door closed, and instantly my tongue was in his mouth, probing around, playing with his now conquered tongue, tasting his saliva. his nose dug into my cheek, and was panting heavy like a bull; i pulled his head in closer with a hand behind his neck while pushing my face in farther to his. it was passionate, angry, and competitive kissing. this was a sport, and we were both the bull and the matador in the ring. we broke, lips abused and tongues cut on teeth, but satisfied for a moment. we were hungry, and unbeknown to me our crotches had already intertwined, genitals pulsing against eachother rhythmically, and he was already a little wet at the tip. I of course, enjoy being a bastardous tease. I slipped a hand across his shaft, and walked into the living room. i put on an an old favorite, crouching tiger hidden dragon, and gave a deep waist bend to show him his target and my thumping beast, too. he following, watched my rump shake eagerly, willing to snatch it at that very second, but i was intent on torturing him. so when brushed against me head first, i promptly pushed him into his seat on the couch, and joined him. letting him neck but responding only enough to let him know i liked it. though soon it became to much to resist, the animal inside me kicked at the ground and flailed it's head wildly in response to his stimulus. as his teeth tore into my neck i gave a gasp of ecstasy, mistaking it as pain he let up allowing me to combat his lips again. tongues now flashed like rapiers, he wouldn't be such an easy conquest this time, i had to put up a fight. mouths gaping and tongues entwining, our hands found themselves more creative things to do then hold on. his pelvic thrust against my leg, while my hand pulled his belt into position so that he was ontop of me, our manhoods now fighting as strong as our tongues. his hands took time to feel up my chest and run along my abdomen tickling my lighted muscled frame, while i teared at his belt eager to get it off; a task much more difficult when the body is gyrating against yours. there was a slight truce in the mouth war,