More than hot air
Ian Kent, Mark Petersen
Rick
Since Kevin's Call I'm torn between anticipation and nervous tension.
In the clubhouse of our amateur football club, there are no amenities other than rusty showers to relax, so the boy was beside himself with enthusiasm that He has persuaded the owner of the small local sauna, us all the equipment left for an evening of free and exclusive. In return for this generous sponsorship, Kevin has 'only' promised that we will win next Sunday, but this issue, we can look after the spa evening.
Kevin has said that he picks me and Frankie and Joe brings. The project is certainly healthier than in the pub to go and get drunk, which usually represents our preferred endurance training. It is only the part with Frankie - or perhaps I should rather say it's Frankie's part - what worries me.
Joe is sitting next to Kevin, so I climb into the back seat next to a very quiet Frankie. He looks as if he had turned over his arm, so he agreed to come along.
"Are you okay, dude?" I ask and he nods, smiling.
Kevin obviously has not lived long enough to know what fear is, because he drives like a singed pig. Frankie and I, representing, in principle, the mature older generation in the club look at us and rolls his eyes. First, I'm still happy with the almost life-threatening Holperfahrt because only a threat of death can keep my erection in check, but then I breathe a sigh of relief but when we arrive.
The other guys are already waiting for us. First, says the friendly owner Sauna us the equipment, then he goes and leaves us alone. The boys lose a single second and if it were a striptease contest at the time, we would be leaders. Theoretically, it should be easy to add broadcast anywhere other than on Frankie, but somehow it always draws my eye in his direction. Worse yet, I do not know how to hide from his sight. I am very grateful to see that Joe, a bit older than we, his towel wraps around the hips, and immediately follow his example.
find the shower instead of with a lot of yelling and screaming some kind of foam party, and I try to convince me that my erection in the turmoil might not auffä ; filled. Joe and Frankie wrap both in the towel and step into the shower - and because it turns her back to me Frankie, I use the opportune moment to slip out of my towel. I stand facing the wall - Very close to the wall, of course - leaving the water running down my back and try to tell me to shut down to a lower level of arousal.
Suddenly Frankie is right next to me and squints at me. As I look more closely, I discover that we, as so often something in common. Fuck, can it really be?
Frankie
already in the car I was glad to have my long T-shirt over the jeans was, for as close to sitting next to Rick gives me a boner. If Rick is near, my tail acts in recent times that of a hormone-confused Teenagers. He asked me if I was okay - and I wondered if his voice has always sounded so damn sexy. I had to avoid me in the turns to lean against him, what with Kevin's Formula 1 - was driving almost impossible.
When we moved out to us, Rick, I tried not to stare obviously, but I quickly realized that he evaded my gaze without it. Something's going on. We pull together after the games are over and it's not as if we had never seen naked.
Joe took it with - his smile reveals it. Rick's blushes in a charming, boyish nature and Joe stressed and pointedly tied a towel around his waist as if he wanted to give Rick a tip. Rick has he imitated with great relief, but if I have not deceived me, kicked something under his towel ...
Now we scrutinize ourselves with furtive look in the shower and I see what he wants to hide from me there is clearly much too large to hide it. Oh man, Rick has an impressive stiff! I guess that is almost as big as mine!
I look up slowly, to meet our eyes. A mixture of surprise, excitement and disbelief flashes across his face.
Joe snorting laughs. The others are too busy, to throw wet towels, but Joe is a wily old bastard, does not miss.
Rick
I do not know what to make of it, but there are only small to determine basic biological knowledge to the fact that Frankie is not as calm and composed as usual is. Joe has a shameless grin on his face and I try to put the air against my innocent.
rings out from the pool laughing and yelling, the boys run around and up and I jump into the water to mitzumischen and to vent a little. Frankie has hardly thrown in the pool, Kevin draped over his back and hangs his arms over his shoulders. He wraps his legs around like an octopus's tentacles Frankie, but luckily I'm famous for my fear-inspiring look that the opposing strikers like an anathema, meet so nobody dares to in the penalty box . climb
When the other from the pool to find a new pleasure, leaving only Joe, Frankie and I go back. Joe also rises from the water and says: ". I'll go over to the tanning beds" He grins again, then he warps.
"Shall we try it the steam room, Rick? "It is very healthy and cleanses the skin for 'Frankie aping the owner.
I give myself and casual shrug. "Okay."
It is a fairly large room, entirely of wood and different levels. As we climb the steps, the vapor is more dense. At the top we sit down on the towel and try a few minutes just to get used to the heat and fight air, making breathing difficult. I close my eyes and relax slowly.
Then every nerve in my body proposes alert as I feel Frankie's hand on my thigh.
Frankie
It was sweet to see, how pissed off Rick has responded, as Kevin has scribbled it level with his usual hyperactive enthusiasm in me. I suggested to him to go to the bath, so I had him all to myself. Until this evening I thought he was straight, but the only thing about him now, is straight ', its erection, and this is very encouraging.
shines His golden brown body before Schweiß, er throhnt in Dampfschwaden wie ein olympischer Gott in den Wolken, und wie soll man einen atemberaubenden Anblick aushalten, wenn man eh schon kaum Luft bekommt?
Er ist wirklich wunderschön und ich wünschte, ich hätte meine Kamera, obwohl das dumm ist, da sie eh beschlagen würde. Aber dieses Bild möchte ich zu gerne einfangen. Rick räkelt sich verführerisch mit geschlossenen Augen. Seine Brust hebt und senkt sich in sanften Wogen beim Atmen und sein Schwanz ragt stolz aus dem Nest blonder Schamhaare. Ich möchte rob him like a honey stick, taste lick him, take his cock into her mouth and swallow, but I am content to stroke his hand over his silky inner thighs. His hair straighten up and quietly shudder run down his skin.
"Rick" I asked hoarsely, "I can ... I ...?"
"Frankie" he croaks almost voiceless, "touch me ..."
I close my hand around his cock and feel him under my fingers twitches. I lean forward and kiss Rick, with his free hand, I Scratch his neck and drive through his damp hair. Our lips touch gently first, then increases our passion. His hands stroking my back and he kisses me back firmly.
Rick
Our tongues wrestling with each other. I put a hand on his shoulder and hit it slowly down until it lies flat on his back. Our sweat mingled, my body sliding over his, then I begin to suck his small nipples. His moans makes my penis swell even harder. Our cocks rubbing against each other, and if we continue, it will not be long ...
I slid back, his tongue licking the sweat that runs down his abdomen. He trembles beneath me, his muscles . Shrug He rears up, wordlessly pleading and urgent, I bit his cock deep into his mouth. I gently kneading his velvety egg.
His fingers claw at my hair and hold my head as he pushes into my mouth. I leave the bag behind his fingers glide through the column and ass little circles around his hole until he cries and comes. I swallow everything he has to give and keep him in the mouth, dry up until the last little spasms.
He pulls me up and we kiss again to share his taste on our tongues. I'm so hard that I can hardly move, but before I dare to ask, he says: "Rick, please fuck me."
Frankie
It goes through my mind that he is too good in this discipline to no experience in it to have, but I move on these ideas later. His hard cock is characterized sticky whitish lines on my thigh. I could use my hand or my mouth, but I still want to feel closer to me - and although I have not done in ages, I can hear me ask a question he fucks me. He pulls back a little and looks at me quizzically, as if he could not believe it. "Please," I whisper back and take his hand to lead him to a few steps down, where we can breathe a little easier. I roll onto my stomach, but he stops me and turns me on the back so that he can look me in the eye. I pull one knee up and Rick lies down my other leg over his shoulder.
Rick
In my wildest dreams - and there was recently a lot - I would not have imagined that Frankie makes the bottom for me, but he's doing. Only when his legs spread far been resting on my shoulders, is I recognize that we have no lubricant. But now I will not tolerate any interruption of everything, so I stuck my finger in his mouth.
It sucks greedily at them, they wetted thoroughly with his tongue and I have to close your eyes for a minute, so I Do not spray even from the sight. ready with fingers I spuckefeuchten before him. His moans makes my cock twitch with impatience. He is so close and I must proceed slowly, first with only one finger, then with two. I tremble all over with excitement, so much I want him. He begins again, to beg for it and I can not control myself any longer and penetrate slowly. I'm afraid to hurt him and watch his face carefully. Then I feel him back down and hitting them in deeper, until I am fully penetrated. I manage to keep quiet for a little while to allow his tight hole to adapt, but when he pulls me down and turns up to me for a kiss, am I lost. Oh God, he's so hot, so tight, so beautiful ... I take him with long, flowing Shock, then I lift his hips up slightly to fuck him harder and deeper and we groan in unison on both. Every time I meet his sweet spot, roll back his eyes, and my orgasm approaching, like a storm cloud piling up in front of the discharge. I take his cock in your hand and rub it hard with the rhythm of my kicks. It's not long until he sprays his hot cum all over my hand. That is enough to give me the last kick and I get hard.
I hear the sound of the door only slightly and the surprised cries.
"Fuck Frankie ..." - "Rick" Hell, the others ... We have the guys completely forgotten. I raise my head slowly and look into their astonished faces.
Frankie
Ah, to be fucked by Rick is so good, he told me he has an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure, prepares delicious, wide-ranging impacts, which increased up to a wild hammering, until we screamed in ecstasy.
We are still stacked, completely exhausted from the orgasm, as I by the steam in the room and the fog in my mind become aware that the door is necessary lubricated , has opened. Rick lifts his head from my chest and I look in the same direction. I wish again, I had my camera ready, because the guys look so surprised, like - well, just how well the members of a football team that have just noticed that two of their teammates are gay and floating in the steambath.
hysterical laughter shakes my body. Rick grins and improvised: "Look, Frankie, that's this old relaxation technique of the Maori, of which I have told you."
& bdquo , Yes, Rick, I make your introduction was very informative. I have rarely felt so relaxed. " Then we stick together fixed with laughter. "What's that?" Asks one of the guys further back, the block in the first row in front of the entrance to the view.
"Oh nothing," says Kevin. "Rick has taken only for the first time this season the gate."
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