08-30-2018, 04:44 PM
“That you are.”
In a way, Aryin was right. He was technically a form of royalty. Was that why Larry found himself attracted to him, maybe just a little? The Italian male was probably just going to celebrate with his little kitchen family and retire back at his small, but decently cozy apartment otherwise. Here, he was getting a chance to try something better his parents might have told him to wait out on until he was around that “right one.”
Glancing down, he could see Aryin’s sex organ proudly poking up against his stomach. Larry knew Aryin had a deep need. He just worried if he was good enough to fulfill it and scared a little at trying something so new. Still, he didn’t want to pull away. As Aryin’s legs adjusted, so did Larry’s. His legs were crunched ever slightly and partially wrapped around Aryin’s waist as Larry’s dark pants came trailing down his solid framed hairy legs and with his socks, they all fell to the floor eventually. There he was, now clad in nothing more than his boxers and the Ancelotti watch. The accessory was given enough dignity to land on the desk nearby.
His beard could feel it, the partially wet feel down to the warmth of it itself. Aryin’s tongue wanted inside of his own mouth. It was not unwanted. If anything, feeling the sensation of it, the hand on his face and the other casually rubbing his body had prompted him to moan, grind a little up against Aryin himself and naturally, invite the “Prince’s” tongue inside of his own mouth. Larry was always a bit ticklish inside of his mouth. Having his own wrestle with Aryin’s prompted a little chuckle here and there, but it was muffled out all the same. He held on to Aryin in such a way he never thought possible, not wanting to seemingly leave the male’s side. Still, he pulled away for just a little because it was quite clear their swords were now fully drawn and wanted to clash. He found himself massaging Aryin’s cock rather fondly underneath the fabric of his loins.
“Maybe the prince could feel like a king for a night,” he said with a lusty and drunken smirk. He helped Aryin get the freedom he needed, tugging at his boxers. Larry was making it quite clear that he was willing to let Aryin go that far, so questions or explanations were not needed when Larry’s position alone revealed himself to be rather inviting. “Everyone deserves to feel great about themselves, after all.
In a way, Aryin was right. He was technically a form of royalty. Was that why Larry found himself attracted to him, maybe just a little? The Italian male was probably just going to celebrate with his little kitchen family and retire back at his small, but decently cozy apartment otherwise. Here, he was getting a chance to try something better his parents might have told him to wait out on until he was around that “right one.”
Glancing down, he could see Aryin’s sex organ proudly poking up against his stomach. Larry knew Aryin had a deep need. He just worried if he was good enough to fulfill it and scared a little at trying something so new. Still, he didn’t want to pull away. As Aryin’s legs adjusted, so did Larry’s. His legs were crunched ever slightly and partially wrapped around Aryin’s waist as Larry’s dark pants came trailing down his solid framed hairy legs and with his socks, they all fell to the floor eventually. There he was, now clad in nothing more than his boxers and the Ancelotti watch. The accessory was given enough dignity to land on the desk nearby.
His beard could feel it, the partially wet feel down to the warmth of it itself. Aryin’s tongue wanted inside of his own mouth. It was not unwanted. If anything, feeling the sensation of it, the hand on his face and the other casually rubbing his body had prompted him to moan, grind a little up against Aryin himself and naturally, invite the “Prince’s” tongue inside of his own mouth. Larry was always a bit ticklish inside of his mouth. Having his own wrestle with Aryin’s prompted a little chuckle here and there, but it was muffled out all the same. He held on to Aryin in such a way he never thought possible, not wanting to seemingly leave the male’s side. Still, he pulled away for just a little because it was quite clear their swords were now fully drawn and wanted to clash. He found himself massaging Aryin’s cock rather fondly underneath the fabric of his loins.
“Maybe the prince could feel like a king for a night,” he said with a lusty and drunken smirk. He helped Aryin get the freedom he needed, tugging at his boxers. Larry was making it quite clear that he was willing to let Aryin go that far, so questions or explanations were not needed when Larry’s position alone revealed himself to be rather inviting. “Everyone deserves to feel great about themselves, after all.