2 comments/ 22939 views/ 2 favorites Puff Adder Pt. 01 By: anaidmap Hi Guys. This is my first bit of erotic writing in the past six years, and then I was a teen, so bear with me. This story is about a group of mainly South African kids who are studying at a university in Louisiana. One of the main characters is a girl, but the main action is men-men, so if it's not your cup of tea… You know what to do. Obviously my very imaginative mind has made up all the characters and situations. Most of you will perceive some of them as far fetched unless I get a SA fan. Enjoy! Anaid * "Nice work but put in some more of the background. I'll need something more than portraits of Gavin to convince the Head of Department you're good." Lovely, just what I need. I spun around and stared up into my art professor's frown. "Hi Dun." Silence… icky silence. "It's not my fault he keeps on sitting there where the best lighting is… You remember what you told me about lighting right?" I smiled up at him with one of those toothy fake smiles, and after two seconds the muscle in my cheek twitched from unnatural exertion. Oh crap! I let out as pained a groan as I could muster. "Come on man, gimme a break. It's all you fault anyway. If you hadn't run off like a princess and hopped on to "Knight" Alan's stallion, I'd still have someone I could take care of … uhumm… special issues with! As it is I don't and we both know who has me acting like a sex crazed teenager." Duncan sat down next to me and took my board. He looked up at Gavin and began sketching in the background. He actually sat scribbling for a whole three minutes without saying a word. What an ass. For an ex-lover, come best-friend, come teacher I could have chosen a better confidant. It just so happened that frustration levels were high in both of us a year ago. They calmed down in a weeklong explosion of sex and drinking and conversation. Sex being our main activity. Now he's disgustingly in love with our deputy principal Alan de Witt. He's my other confidant. "Duncan Delon, if you intend on sketching My fantasy in silence, go do it somewhere else!" "Huh?" I raised my eyebrows and gave him one of my strict teacher looks. "Okay, fine! I think you should talk to him and tell him you're more open minded than he thinks." If I'd been eating I would have choked. "Open minded? Are you kidding? I can see it now." Dun can come up with the blondest ideas sometimes. Really! "Hi Gavin. I know you're a bit freaked out about what happened during Guy Fawkes but I think you should know I think bi is sexy." I ended my ridiculous confession with a raised eyebrow. "How do you think you'd take that? Hmm. Has my darling forgotten how freaked out he was when I realized he swung both ways?" "An, just because you're okay with it doesn't mean anything. Remember how my wife reacted. She called me many names and faggot was the nicest. Not all", he stopped when I smacked my hand to his mouth. I think I did it a bit too hard, but I get ridiculous automatic reactions sometimes. Oliver standing behind him while he was about to give me his all-male-love speech was a good enough excuse for my body to take over. "Fuck An! What the hell?" I gave him a poor version of a "sorry" smile and pointed behind him with a ridiculous grin on my face. "Hi Mr. Delon. Umm, just wanted to see if I could kidnap An for five minutes… It's been a while," by God if that boy didn't squirm. It was so cute. Dun nudged me awake from my embarrassing ogle session and nodded his head. "Be back in seven," he said "and use your head." I almost jumped off my stool in excitement. Oliver was my sort-of ex-flirt. And a sex and attention starved me was just about hysteric with desire to touch Oliver. I skipped and hopped right into his arms like a little girl. Thank God my hormones had me forget what I was doing, because normally, I'd be extremely embarrassed. He grabbed me mid jump, pulled me up and planted a lovely, long wet kiss on my lips just as I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Hi stranger. When d'you get in?" I asked as soon as he broke free for air. "Plane landed two hours ago." Another quick peck, and then he carried me out of the art room in his strong arms. I got a quick glimpse of Gavin with a confused look on his face. But I'd be damned if I was gonna sit and be satisfied with looking at him for another couple of months. Not with Oliver's strong arms around my waist and his nether regions coming to life. And I liked what I could feel. As soon as we were out of the room Oliver crushed me against the wall and kissed me. Oh yes! A man! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Every time he made little moaning sounds, I'd feel the vibrations through his chest and would just melt further into his body. And the boy could kiss, oh my, yes he could. A deep, strong, manly kiss that emanated with sexual desire. If I weren't so aware of my surroundings I would have probably ripped his clothes off so I could get closer to his smell and taste. At least that was what I was fighting the urge to do. His weight crushed me into the wall, and I couldn't help but laugh when he almost dropped me onto the concrete in an attempt to grab my boobs, completely losing his coordination. I love the way that men act like dumb, starved animals when they get aroused. And I was defiantly a mans' woman. His cock rubbing against my belly sent a warm glow to my tummy and I gripped him harder with my legs to pull his hardness closer to me. Men are so much more gratifying when it comes to everything erotic. I can see and feel how I'm making them feel. And a gorgeous blonde was driving me insane with his soft lips and desperate kisses. "Okay, seven have passed. You've got three to talk." Duncan stuck his head back through the door when I ended the kiss to look up. I turned back to see a red faced Oliver and those pale eyes. His were the only pale eyes that made me stare. He smiled and put me on my feet. "I guess we should talk then." I pulled his hips into mine and felt his hard growth. "I see you've brought me something nice" I said trying not to sound too porn starlet. He chuckled. Oliver's laugh could only be called a chuckle; but a damn sexy one in any case. "So you're gonna want my gifts this time are you? What happened? Duncan's been busy?" "What do you mean "Duncan"?" he raised his eyebrows and gave me a look which said he knew. "Oh! How?" "I think men generally know if the girl they want is more interested in someone else. I liked to know who, until I realised it was Duncan." he said with a low tone to his voice. I could have sworn I saw hurt there for a second. I waited for the rest of his little confession. "If it was someone my age I would've just tried harder. Read more philosophy and stuff, but I knew with your taste for intellectuals, and Duncan's profession and history… Oh well, can't outshine that can I. And he's not worse body wise, so I decided I was screwed and kind of backed off. As much as I could anyway," he looked up at me, his cheeks all pink. It was weird. You could see him blush more when his tan was gone. "You angry that I know?" "No." But Dun will be livid! "But I suggest you talk to me more from now on. When I met you last term, Dun and I had been over for at least six months…" "Really?" I nodded. His confused look was sweet. And definitely laced with disbelief. When boys make up their minds, it's a difficult process to convince them otherwise. "So, you know when your dad's sending you back to the bundus?" Most of the South African kids in school were the equivalent of American trust fund babies I guess. So were Oli and I. We just didn't dwell or feel embarrassed about it like most of the American TFBs in our uni did. I think what gave away our monetary status was our cars. We all drove. In Africa you need a car, even if you live in the city you visit the bush and farms. And in Africa, civilized as it may be, if you can avoid it, you don't get a used car. Most of our local American friends loved 'doing work' on their cars, but when the nearest garage is potentially a couple hundred kilometres away… Well, we were the kids with the big new four wheel drives in any case. And the first time Oli kissed me was in my Jeep. "Ya, I gotta get back this month. He's giving me the run of a new game farm in the Okavango Delta." "Are you serious! That's practically in the middle of nowhere and bloody far from the Cape! Why the hell is he sending you there?" I was shocked to say the least. Most of the SA guys would land up back in Africa, but even though we all loved the bush, we loved the city too. He was at least a day's drive from the nearest big city. As far as I was concerned it was like going into exile, beautiful as it may be. "I asked him to. I'm the one who okayed the buy. It's a good place for wild cats and safer than SA. Don't worry, first thing I'm doing is making a landing strip. Then you can come let me shag you in the bundus," he had a silly grin on his face and his eyes crinkled in the corners. I'd never actually had sex in the wild so the idea started developing a life of it's own in my imagination. A smile later I was back in his lap and preparing to dive onto his plump lips. Mmm Just then Dun popped his head through the door and mouthed 'H.O.D' to me. "Listen babe, I gotta go. Johnson just came in. Why don't you call me later, or we can meet for lunch if you'll still be on campus at one?" "Sure, I'll be here. Sorry 'bout my prying. Make it up to you later okay?" and with that he gave me a short, but very hot kiss and turned me towards the door before walking off. I couldn't help but take a look as he left smiling over his shoulder. Oliver was on the Uni's swimming team and you could tell. I'm generally the kind of girl who gets turned on by men's' brains, but for the last two years, something in my brain switched to 'body' mode. And Oliver's wide shoulders, messy hair and sexy butt pushed all my buttons perfectly. It turned out that Johnson came in for some materials, but I was back and had to stay. I moved my stool and sat on the floor in my little corner and started to sketch Oliver. From waist up, but my mind kept on lingering on what was lower. As I said before, he was a flirt that never really went places. We met a couple of times, made out like crazy teenagers and had a heavy petting session once, but I was way too preoccupied with thoughts of Dun and Gavin and what I thought would be a wonderful steamy relationship at the time. Ha ha, as if. I said no to all below my belly button and annoyed Oliver. All that so I could sit and fawn like an idiot over Gavin for over six months, and only get close twice. I could feel his cold accusing stare from across the room and looked up at Dun and shrugged. He looked at Gavin and lifted his brow. "Oh well, everything has an expiration date." "Thank you darling. It's so nice to know that a twenty one year old has reached her sell-by date." I said sarcastically, and put on my Miss Louisiana smile, "You definitely have a way with words. Anyway, are we on for dinner tonight? I was thinking a braii." "Make me cum in public why don't you!" he squealed. Dun can be such a queen… "It's been a year since I've had a good African braii and not these ridiculous American barbecues. Of course we're on. Do I want to know where the beef is from?" he asked with a cute air of childlike excitement about him. There were about sixty South-Africans and another thirty who grew up there at our uni. And the way to any Southern African man - regardless of his colour, religion and bank balance - was a braii. "The parents were here yesterday and Dad found a supplier in New York who has South-African beef. He got me ten kg. So Nesa and I are gonna do the traditional add-ons. Oh, I just remembered, what's the word on my extra hours in the students' art room? The private ones?" I was mean, but then again, when you're the only person in the state with something that someone is drooling over…. Why not? "Johnson says you can have ten a week if I take on the extra tutoring hours. That okay with you?" "Yup! Perfect. I'll make koeksisters for you as a thank you." I got up and smiled at my sketch of Oliver's body. Well, what I imagined it would look like when I pulled his top off later. He'd been in London for almost six months. Big cities can ruin any man's body. "You like my desert for tonight?" I said with a languid look. I know biology says that men are supposed to be the one's with uncontrollable hormones when it comes to sexual matters, but personal experience told me that that was a load of crap. Something we were taught so that girls would have it imprinted in our brains that our natural behaviour was way cooler and more calculated than boys. Therefore meaning we were less entitled to shag whomever we liked. And that thinking seemed similar in Africa and America. Well, good thing I could blame my openness and appetite for the male body on my artism. People forgave artists faster for our flaws. And I was a triple whammy with an Art major along with Theatre and Lit. Gavin She was sitting across the room and glancing up every few seconds. I could tell she was sketching me again. I'd always wondered why she chose the ugliest corner of the art room to sit in. Everyone else was up at a desk or easel, but she kept to her corner with a high stool, and usually pinned paper to a huge board with her name scribbled on the back. I'd known her since grade school. She transferred to our school in the last year, and we later moved on to high school together. It was weird how most of the SA kids in our uni went to a handful of schools back home. Our high school was big in African terms, and it was the best private school, so class groups were small. Over my seven years there I only had been in four classes with Di. To tell the truth I never really noticed her until she shunned the school cliques for older friends, most of whom were male, and included my brother. She'd changed her name to Anaid when she moved to the states, but most of the SA bunch still called her Di. And now eighteen months after we started uni here, I was a bunch of nerves and knots whenever Di talked or looked at me. And that was just plain stupid because I'd done my fair share of flirting. All bundu babies did, and we had to be good at it because we usually ended up trying to seduce girls and boys we knew since kindergarten. She looked up and caught me starring, and yes. Here we go. I feel my dick jump and I get all hot and God help me but a stupid grin spreads over my face. I try to stop it but can't so I look down. Normally you couldn't tell if someone with my complexion blushed, but my facial expressions were incontrollable when she gave me that deep stare. I groaned and buried my head in my work, but I noticed Duncan walk up to her. Again. Fuck, but that smug ass made me so jealous. I'd seen them chatting away enough times to know that they were close. And definitely not just friendly close. When I ran into them in Miami last summer on the beach, they definitely looked flustered and like they were trying to hide something. I know I have no right to feel jealous but I can't help myself. Just because I have a couple of issues to resolve, doesn't mean I don't want her. And because I want her, all male attention directed in her direction is defiantly something that annoys me. If my shooting mental daggers Duncan's way wasn't enough, I looked up to see Oliver van de Merwe waltzing into the room. Super! Di smacked her open palm against Dun's face and the whole class froze and looked in their direction. Dark as it was in her corner I could tell she didn't notice because I saw the lust in her eyes as she stared at Oliver. The guy was hot, I have to admit I had a few daydreams staring him but I was just not in the mood for empathy right now. Dun said something, and I swear to God I almost jumped out of my seat with every intention of pummelling Oliver's ass into the ground when I saw Di jump into his arms. Jealousy is a real issue of mine, and right now I was stuck to my seat and fuming. He carried her out of the room, and crushed her against the wall. From my place I had the perfect view of him trying to swallow her whole. Straight guys, no idea how to be gentle. Why don't you just crush her with your heavy ass, you Fucker. Sexy ass… "Hey Gavin. We're looking a mighty bit unimpressed aren't we?" Duncan was sitting on the edge of the long desk where I was working. He had this infuriating smirk, backed up with a sweet un-innocent smile. Last thing I needed was Duncan in my face. "Uh, not really," I stammered, he stared. Silent. "Don't see what I should be unimpressed with, really." Duncan threw one leg over another and hooked it above his knee. He leaned back and eyed me. Was I getting a gay vibe here? No way. I was getting a detailed view of his crotch in any case… "Oh, I just thought that Oliver coming in here and sweeping An off her feet so he could try and seduce her on campus would piss you off a bit. But if it doesn't I guess An was right about you." he looked at me as if he was waiting for an answer. "Right about what?" I asked. Oh God! Did she tell him what happened during Guy Fawkes? I didn't think she was that pissed off! I felt a cold sweat break over me and I felt an involuntary shudder. Fuck! "Right about you ignoring her one minute and then eyeing her as if you wanted to strip her and fuck her the next." he said in his calm English accent. My eyes almost popped out of my head! Dun, my art teacher just… OMG! "If you want to say something to her I suggest you do it today," he glanced at his watch and then gave me a serious look. "And the other thing you were worried about. Di doesn't have to tell me what I can see and already know. You should chill out about it. It's not the end of the world you know… If you want to talk about it give me a call." I sat open-mouthed and gaped at him as he walked towards the door and said something to Di that made her hop off Oliver. Talk. Talk. I was good at talking, but I never talked about this with anyone. Only Jason. I walked out the side entrance and called him. "Hi Babe. What's up?" Mmm, Jason had the sexiest voice I knew. He had a deeper Afrikaans accent than the rest of us, but with his deep voice and sexy lips it was all I could do to not plop down onto the pavement. This was a good idea, he always calmed me down. Mmm… "Gav? You there?" "Oh, yeah, sorry. Um, I need to talk to you. Remember how we agreed I was gonna have that talk with Di?" I was shaking again. The talk included me telling Di I was bi. Actually that I thought that I was gay up until she started flirting with me. Ehem, not the subject I was most comfortable with… Especially seeing as I wasn't sharing this information with the world yet. "Ya babes, I remember. You gonna do it today?" I swear I could hear the smile in his voice. Jason was older and didn't give a crap who knew his sexual preferences. "Ya, her best friend just came sauntering over to tell me that if I needed to speak to her about something I should do it today. I think he knows. And all that after that fucker van de Merwe strutted into class, carried her out and then attacked her like a fucking barbarian the second he got her out the door." He giggled, "Oh? Mr I-got-a-body-so-hot my boyfriend drools over him, is back? Mmm, I'm gonna have to make you extra happy tonight to keep you from running out of our bed then…" I sent a sigh that was probably too annoyed over the phone. "Jay! This isn't funny. And he's not that hot! Anymore…" I groaned. "Could you just help me out with how I'm supposed to go about talking to Di?" Silence. "Please?" Puff Adder Pt. 01 "Is my baby blushing? Is my voice making your knees wobbly?" "Come on man…" I moaned into the phone. I'd just forgotten I'd been blushing furiously since Duncan laid his speech on me. Actually I'd been blushing for more than fifty percent of the time since I gotten up. "Help?" "I already did Babes. Now stop being so nervous and go knock yourself out." I could still hear his damn smile over the phone, but I was starting to get seriously annoyed. "You're not gonna help me?" I almost screeched, incredulously. "Sweetie, you'll be fine okay. Just stop analyzing. Good luck… Bye!" Wh..? He hung up! He hung up! How? I groaned and turned to lean into the wall. I was gonna be sick. Wall be so gracious as to swallow me. "Here," said Dun half-hanging out the door, handing me my bag, "go have a smoke before you talk, or she'll think you're having a heart attack." Why was he helping me? I could tell by the creases on his forehead that he wasn't laughing at me. He smiled at me and shoved the bag into my arms before turning back into the room. I unceremoniously flopped into the concrete and whipped out a ciggie. Mmm, I love my Marlboros. I lit up and enjoyed the feel of the smoke, and the way it whirled out of my mouth. I smoked two, and when I was done I felt a lot better. I don't think when I light up, I just sit back and enjoy. Ok Gavin. You're gonna go talk to Di like you did a hundred times back in high school. Ok. I'm calm, calm, calm. And confident. Yes, confidence is good. I pulled myself up and spread my shoulders. I walked up to Di, and tapped her on the shoulder. "Meet me in the theatre in a minute." Here is an explanation of some of the words I used. Bundus/Bundu - Southern African slang for bush Braii - South African version of barbecue (in my opinion, the better version. Lol) Koeksisters - Similar to American donut but laced with a sweet and sour glaze Puff Adder Pt. 02 Oliver "Meet me at the car park in five. I'm the red Shelby. Heading home early." Hmm, weird, An leaving school early? Wow, she hadn't bunked a class since high school… Maybe she couldn't wait to see me. I couldn't wait either, so I moved into a jog towards the car park with my phone still in my hand. When I made it there I couldn't help but laugh. Shaking my head in disbelief I got into An's American car. " Changed your mind about American automobiles have we?" I tried not to laugh in her face, but the Ray Ban Pilots and red lipstick were so not An's style that I sounded and probably looked like I was having an attack of the hiccups. With an annoyed sigh and a push to the accelerator An turned to me and asked " Does this sound like an American engine? Besides, you can't deny it's a beauty! I ripped everything out and my brothers put in a German engine. Hear?" and she revved again. " And no matter how biased I am, I can't deny that the Shelby has a sexy body." Wink. I smiled and nodded. " Ya, sure. So why are you bunking?" "I'm not. I'm running… like a coward, and fast. Besides, I can have my tango lesson early now, so I won't have to do anything but concentrate on you until the braai. I'm having one tonight by the way. You'll get to meet all my bottoms." With the word "bottoms" she turned and flashed a smile. One of those smiles that your mum gives you before she tells you you're spending the weekend with your cousins from hell. " Bottoms as in butts or something else?" I asked lighting up. " Hmm, I guess you'll figure it out… later. We're almost there," she laughed again. "You've always been so eager we never made it to my place and it's only three minutes away… Tsk tsk, boys." An was really acting weird. I mean, she's always had this cocky thing about her and I think she's the last person who'd blush at a sexual quip, but lipstick and tango? She'd also taken off the shirt she had on earlier to reveal a black satin corset with a seriously clingy and sparse vest on it. She was the constant tomboy in black biker boots and her hair always tied up. The only time she dressed like a woman was when the parents would insist she do so for special occasions. It's not that I didn't like having a view of her small boobs, but just felt weird. Like the chick I'd known for years had morphed into a woman. God forbid a feminine one at that. That and the weird way she kept on sizing me up… She pulled up to a high fence with electric wiring on top and thick vines growing on dark bricks. She'd pulled up a little too far to the side and hopped onto her knees in her seat so that she could reach out and tap the security code into the panel and gave me a view of her jean clad bum. One of my favourite parts of her. Small, firm and just enough so I could grab each cheek in one of my big hands. I gave her a small smack as she punched in the last number. " Should I take that as a sign you're into S and M, or that that's what you'd like me to do to you later?" she said when she'd climbed back into the car and pulled her sunglasses on to her hair. All this with a come hither look that sparkled in her grey eyes. Once again I got the feeling that I should consider if I was sure I wanted to, before I did. And that's just plain stupid because we'd made out a couple of times, so I was pretty sure I knew what to expect and that was wild sex without the 'I love you's ' required. Before I could even answer I felt myself blush and shifted my eyes from her appraising stare into the sight beyond the opening metal gate. " Oh my God! How the fuck did you get permission to build this in the centre of Tully?" A huge two story house which looked liked a modern version of a Cape Vineyard mansion set in a humongous un-American garden and three huge Dogs running towards us is what I was talking about. If it weren't for the Dogs which were about the same size as a pony I'd have jumped out the car to explore. Architecture was my thing, and this was the last kind of home I expected to see outside Africa. She pulled into the driveway and parked next to two jeeps towards the left. Hopping out she made an innocent face and said, " Oh, you know. Daddy made a few calls. But look," she said pointing to the other cars, " I haven't abandoned big boys' cars… Come on, they're still puppies and not trained to bite." If my mum didn't have Dogs herself I would have never gotten out the car. Once I got out I realised that they weren't much taller than my hip and that's exactly where one decided to sniff me, leaving a smudge of saliva that I knew would look like a cum stain once it dried. " I see they aren't house trained either." I turned to show her my welcome gift. She swatted my ass and winked as she walked past me towards the house. " I hope you don't mind me taking you in through the kitchen, the main entrance is round back," turning around and pursing her red lips, she eyed the dogs at my heels, " Bloody traitors, a man's around and they love me no more. You should watch out for Sleazy, he's the one in the blue collar who gives everyone wet stains if he can." She walked through a glass door into a huge kitchen which had most of it's worktops covered with different platters filled with food for the braai. " You called your dog Sleazy? You're weirder than I gave you credit for." When I asked if she'd ordered in and she gave me an annoyed look before informing me that just because she was her father's daughter, it didn't mean she couldn't cook. She picked up a spatula and moved in on me with every intention of punishing me for my said "rudeness!" I was tempted to bend over but then she'd think I really did like S&M. Screech, then " Oh My God! He's hot An! Where did you find him?" I looked around An and there stood a huge guy that looked like a rugby player and wrestler melded into one. The screechy voice, hooker pose and shoulder length red hair on a hundred and fifty kilos of muscle were a shocking combination. I couldn't help myself. I stared open mouthed. An smacked my bicep and after a loud cough introduced Oliver from Texas who preferred to be called 'The Bull'. The laughter burst forth but died in my throat the second I saw his unimpressed look. " I see you brought a homophobe for desert," he said in a deep baritone, throwing me a contemptuous look. " My man is waiting downstairs. He wants to dance sex today. Thank God I've made a lot of drinks cause I assume Mr Asshole is staying?" As soon as he was done, The Bull turned and left the room with his muscles looking twice as large. Raising my eyebrows I turned to An. " Where the hell do you find your friends? And how come I've never met them?" Pulling two Black Label beers out of a fridge stocked with beer from home, she motioned for me to follow and spoke as she led the way, " Oliver is Nathan's boyfriend and they both live in one of the two cottages at the back of the house. My dad got the planning permission by agreeing that he'd make sure that housing would be provided for a minimum of eight people on my land. It used to be six plots, so it was a good deal. Nate dances with me so I don't get out of practice. They're lovely guys and they are part of our little colony." " So who else you live with that I should be careful around? I don't want to get my ass kicked or be called a homophobe again." She was leading me through a large room with a glass roof and huge glass doors leading into a gorgeous garden. On either side of the long room were doors on the ground level and then some more on a higher level. We climbed up the stairs and An pulled me into a room which looked like a combination of a private lounge and art studio. Almost everything in it was a black and dark chocolate colour. "Welcome to my kingdom. This is my private day room, behind that wall is my bedroom. You'll be the first to see it if you're good. Sit puppy." She stood tapping her foot and arms crossed over her chest sizing me up with a serious look on her face. " Look, I know why you acted like an idiot when you saw Bull, but regardless of how he looks, he's not a jock. He's a gifted arts and drama major and one of my closest friends. Everyone who lives here apart from Vanessa and I is gay or bi, and most at the braai will be. Most of us are … hmm… eccentric I guess. As far as most will be concerned you're new to them …and me. They're not all from home, huh. Think you'll survive or do we need to get you a quick botox shot?" " No thanks. I'll be okay, but … are you sure everything is cool between us cuz from the second I hopped into your car, you've been giving me weird looks, and they weren't 'ravish me' looks?" I was propped up against some suede pillows on what looked like a sofa but was the size of a King bed. " Of course I'm fine!" she moved behind the partition and I could hear sounds which told me she was undressing. I laid back and enjoyed the feeling of my cock engorging. " I was just thinking, that's all. I wasn't expecting you back for a month and had my mind preoccupied with hunting Gavin. I just have to decide if I'm sure I want to test you or not," she called from behind the screen. " Test me in bed, you mean." She stuck her head out and I could see she was wiggling into something behind the partition. " Mmm, sort of. Don't worry, I'll change my mind if I don't think you can take it." Snigger. " We'll see if you can join the realm of my bottoms. Come on, you'll keep Bull company while I get a quick dose of dance and erotica from Nate." She stepped out in a pair of black stilettos, stockings, a becoming short and flowing skirt that sinfully played on her hips, and another tight corset looking top with a belt and a small metal lock holding it in place. Wow… Ouch. She'd flung a pillow and it bounced off my face. Laughing and blushing ( yes, An blushing) she started to leave and called, " It's rude to stare. Besides it's not like you didn't know I was female. And a woman cannot dance the tango in anything but a skirt and heels." Shock and the amount of blood that had redirected itself to my painfully stiff cock kept me in a stupor. I followed like an obedient puppy. Her ass looked divine, swaying from the way the heels made her walk. I noticed that she actually had a tiny waist and her too long legs were sexy in a gazelle kind of way. Her red hair was calling out to be nuzzled and I could almost feel it flowing over my body as she made her way down my garden path. Her hand sliding over the rail sent images to my mind of it on my cock and I almost tripped on the carpet. I could hear her laugh a low throaty laugh, and it did not help. I literally felt like a cock on a leash and only snapped back into reality when The Bull's form appeared in my line of sight and snapped his fingers in my face. Angry grey eyes looking down at me changed colour as he smirked and looked at my groin, " Got a cock stand do we?" " Yes, I definitely do." I think my honesty surprised him, but I'm not one to hide the fact that I'm full of lust. I gave up on that when I was eighteen. " How the hell do you know what a 'cock stand' is anyway? Aren't you local?" I took the drink he offered me and sipped the shandy laced with vodka. " You forget I spend a lot of time around An, and no, I'm not local, I'm Canadian, raised in Texas. You better control yourself better if you don't want to blow a load while watching them dance. You'll never hear the end of it." he turned towards the centre of the large basement room as a familiar Latin tune filled the room. It was pretty dark compared to the other rooms I'd already seen. I could see An on a chair but I hadn't seen Nathan yet. " Why do you think I'd come just from watching a dance? I've danced the tango before and I know it's not that hot… So where's your boyfriend?" " Ha! That's what you think. They're doing a 'sex' tango today, and today is my birthday. Seeing as it's one of my gifts, Nate is planning on making it hotter than usual. Give it ten minutes and you'll know," his normal voice was sexy and deep. It had an almost rhythmical quality to it. He had too much muscle for my tastes, but add his voice to An's look and I was just about ready to skip to the bathroom to 'relieve myself'. As thoughts of masturbating were swimming through my mind, Nathan stepped out to An and whipped her out of the chair. Her body crushed against that of the tall, lean man. Her legs wrapped around his waist unsymmetrically and her shins rested on his lower back and ass vertically, as well as on a strong muscular thigh, clad in tight black trousers. His strong hands gripped her ass and her neck in a strangling position. I could see his strong chest heaving, pulling air in. As he moved over the dance floor in a circular motion I could feel the wave of masculinity and sex that smacked me head on. An automatic groan escaped my lips. I looked over at Bull and his face was a mask of lust and anticipation. I swallowed my drink in a long pull and poured some more from a glass jug before turning back to the floor. Nathan was coming closer to the bar at which we were sat and had his eyes fastened on Bull. Fuck me, the guy was a god. In time to the music, he stopped before us and let go of An. My reflex caused me to jump off my stool to catch her, but he already held her steady, by her belt. He looked at me with green eyes and shook his head in mock disapproval. He pulled An back up and held her with one arm as he leaned towards the bar and poured an extra two shots of vodka into a drink. " Drink up," he said handing it to An. I swallowed my second drink of the day in one long gulp, my eyes on him the entire time. " Okay Nate, lets play dirty." said An, giving me another quizzical look, although she looked a bit happier this time. He grabbed the glass from her and set it down on the bar, leaning over Bull. An in hand, he leaned into his boyfriend and set a short kiss on his lips. The kiss may have been short, but you can't not recognize a I'm-gonna-fuck-you-till-you-pass-out kiss at such short range. And if my eyes and over eager brain weren't deceiving me, An leaned back into Bull's lap while she was stuck between the two, her long legs wrapped around Nathan, and rotated her hips. Bull slapped her on the ass as Nathan pulled her off his boyfriend and set her on the floor. The next half hour was such torture it made me wish I only swung one way. Seeing An dancing with Nathan was too much. One would do something that'd leave me salivating then the other would give me the perfect view of their ass and I'd be gone again. The last of my self-control stopped me from reaching down to my straining cock. I watched as Nathan lead An over the floor, controlling her moves. Her legs giving little flicks and daring kicks between his legs and around his ass. His hip moving up, calf pulling her waist into his exposed, obviously hard, groin. Her, on her toes lifting her body higher so she was undeniably rubbing against his dick. His strong arms pushing her away, making it look like she'd fall again before he grabbed her securely and confidently again. Their gasps and moans carrying over the music which had now changed into to modern music with Latin beats. Their upper bodies glued together, eyes centimetres apart, lips touching, as they made lazy but curt milonga steps followed by the slow flowing movements of the cumparsita. And God help me, but when he slammed An into the wall and the two were a tangle of limbs and grinding bodies, I was sure I'd cum. It looked like her was fucking her in front of us, and she looked like she was drowning in desire. Bull handed me my fourth drink he chuckled and said, " He's mine, and I'm not the sharing kind," looking me straight in the eye. " He's got so much sex flowing out of him, you could cut it with a knife…" he had a shocked expression where his smug one was before. I leaned back into the bar. " I never claimed to be straight, and sorry… but your build and screech a la tacky hairdresser just shocked me before… Anyways, lusty as I may be, it's An I've been thinking of for a long time so don't worry." I winked at him and turned to see a flushed An and Nathan coming towards us. She looked at me as if she were ready to throw me down and rip my clothes off where I was stood. Nathan pulled his hand out and introduced himself before turning to gather his man is his arms. An moved closer to me but didn't touch me, even when she leaned over for a drink. What she did though, was keep her smoky eyes on me. Nathan and Bull were whispering something and then Nathan turned to me and said, " Oliver here tells me you know the tango. A little show of skill perhaps?" " Of course," An said, eyes on me, before I could refuse. She strutted out into the middle of the room and turned to wait for me. I walked up and gently pulled her in to me. I started a slow cumparsita sequence I had learned and she raised her eyebrows and made a disappointed face. She mouthed S & M. She wants aggression. Hands on my chest pushing me away, and an ass clad in silk which was no longer flowing smoothly because of the sweat of her earlier exertions, moving towards the sniggering guys. " Fan, boys. I'm hot." " How about less grinding and more leg work. Flying if you can handle it." I called after her, challenging her as I walked in her direction, pulling my shirt and belt off, leaving my in my jeans and wife-beater. I stopped as Sarah Vaughn's ' Lola wants' began. Mmm, this I like. I stood and waited as An slithered over the floor towards me. She stopped and reached for my rotating hips… she grabbed my dick and holding onto it with a finger hooked in my pants, she leaned back and started to wave her legs… goading me with them. Kicking one high and sliding her ankle from the side of my chest, lightly caressing my strained nipple, down my hip, dangerously close to my ass, over my hip and calf until it reached my shoe. My body was on sensory overdrive and everywhere she touched me, while using me as a dance pole, while sliding her legs over me was tingling in ecstasy. " You gonna show the boys what you can do, or are you gonna stand there and let me do all the work?" she asked, pulling into me, holding my neck. Switch. An inexplicable anger flowed through me and I pulled her into me aggressively. She gasped, and gave me a lewd satisfied smile. Holding on to her roughly, I swung her around, manipulated her body into serving me. I pulled and guided, lifted her to suit my needs. My dancing entirely dependent on which part of my body was screaming loudest for the feel of her skin. I felt the overwhelming desire to touch her skin and before I knew what I had done, I'd ripped he skirt off her. " Oh my!" somewhere in the background. When I pulled her stockinged ass onto my hips, so that my cock could feel her cunt, her eyes, which were locked onto mine for almost the entire ten minutes we danced, had an amazing look in them. Something I'd never seen in a woman's eyes. I stopped moving and stared into eyes that emanated the rawest kind of lust. The type of look that speaks of sex with no boundaries… none whatsoever. 'Bedroom' was my last sane thought as I carried her upstairs, grabbing an open bottle of wine from the bar on my way up. Now my body was in commanding position. Wine for thirst… Stairs to bedroom. Moving up the stairs I can feel that my cock is in-between her cunt lips. I try to concentrate on getting up the stairs. She's still staring, her cool grey eyes cutting into me. I swallow and try to concentrate. I can see the door. Move. I try not to give in to the desire to stare back into those eyes that speak of sex so hot it's almost sinful. Sin… Mmm, yes. That's what I want. I see the oversized sofa and throw her onto it. She lands comfortably in a position that puts half her ass on show and pushes her chest forward. Puff Adder Pt. 02 She raises and eyebrow and eyes my pants, a question in her eyes. She's making sure I want to play. I take a swing off the bottle. South African dry red. Nice. I set the bottle down as she leans forward and picks up a remote from the same table and points behind her. System of a Down. Shock, unexpected from her, but as I pull up and look at my conquest I realize she's dressed for the music. She leans back on the bed and reaches for a little black box as she lifts her leg, offering her foot so I can pull off her shoe. The other as she pulls out a blunt. Then both, lifting up her hips as she lights up. I pull the stockings off and let myself admire her naturally tanned legs. She rises to her knees, spreading them, letting me see her silken briefs, hands out the blunt to me. " So, Mr van de Merwe, are you going to let me test you?" Sultry voice, aromatic doobie sending its smoke in my face, sinfully moist lips, my demanding cock straining against my briefs… eyes thick with animalistic desire, something deep and dangerous in them… " Yes." Puff Adder Pt. 03 Gavin Tonight I was going to meet Jason's best friend, Anna. I've known him since I was five. He was one of my brother's closest friends, so he was at our place a lot when I was growing up. When I was eighteen I started having 'thoughts' about him, which eventually evolved into day dreams and then full-out wet dreams. His 6'1'', lightly tanned, lithe body had invaded my brain. He was shorter than me, and had less muscle. He had a swimmer's body which was made more lean and sculpted by the time he spent on his hunting trips. He was coloured like me, but his skin looked like he had the lightest perpetual tan, and his mahogany hair was always long enough to tie back. And his face? Heaven. He kind of looked like an American Indian mixed with the Marlboro Man, but with full, sinfully pouted lips, and piercing olive green eyes. I didn't date any of the girls in high school and generally hung out with my older brother and his friends. I watched Jason through my last year of high school... looking for a small sign that he might be gay, or bi. A sign that he might be interested in me, in any case. Apart from his beautiful smiles and his deep penetrating looks I got nothing. And the fact that that was just the way he acted around everyone else didn't help. I left Cape Town with a group of 'private school' kids whose parents decided to ship them off to Louisiana. Apparently our parents believed that if we would be in the middle of nowhere in a 'campus town' with a long ride to the nearest big city a half day's drive away we would be safe from the world's evil influences. And I was. Safe that is. For a year all I did was study and chill in my back yard after school. I didn't do much socializing, even with the other South African kids who were notorious trouble makers on campus. I was safe that year. When I returned to campus for my second year, my comfortable lifestyle went to crap. About a week after I arrived, I went to check out the new nightclub that had opened during the summer. That's where I saw him. Jason. Kissing another man. Another very bloody handsome man. Obviously I immediately left, and wallowed in self-pity for the next few week. It was a Saturday when I picked up my phone, drunk as a skunk and seething with anger because I'd just about forgotten him, only to have him unceremoniously re-introduced into my life in the arms of any guy's wet dream. Yes, life was a bitch and Johnny Walker was going to be my saviour. It was him! And he wanted to 'meet up'... It's weird between us. We've sort of been seeing each other for six months now. He says we're fuck buddies, so I don't fight it. He comes over, we get each other off with our hands or mouths, and then he leaves. We only kiss when it's sexual. He never kisses me when we're done so I've never tried. It's as if God is playing another joke on me. I get my dream man but with restrictions. I can touch and pleasure him, be pleasured by him... but I can't get what I want. I can't make love to him. Friends with benefits is a crappy idea. We tried once. Sex, I mean. It was like fumbling with calculus for me... nothing worked. So we skipped that and stayed with what we'd been doing earlier. I wanted to try with me as the bottom. A recent incident ( I would call it an attack if I wasn't so willing) with my classmate Di, left me positive that I would like it. Jason freaked out and refused. "I don't want to hurt you. Please don't ask me to." And that was it. I was happy with whatever part of Jason I could get. Tonight is a big step for me. He wants to introduce me to his friends. Anna was having a braii at her place and most of his friends would be there. He told me most of them were gay, and none of the guys from back home would be there, so I could be comfortable around them. When we pulled up to a huge house with a sprawling garden I tensed up a bit. I was from a well-off family, but life had taught me that most kids from that type of family were self-absorbed prats. I calmed down a little when three young Great Danes came running up to us, as we got out of Jason's 4x4. I liked dogs, and these were definitely being brought up a family dogs, not guards. Jason led me off a side of the house towards the back yard and I saw windows going up two stories, covering a miniature inner courtyard and living room. Hmm... this place reminded me of a house I'd been to in SA. He left me by the pool and walked over to a cooler to get two beers as I took in my surroundings. As I turned to the house I saw a tall red-head with a huge floppy summer hat and ludicrously high heels step out of the glass doors. And were those pants leather? In this heat? She walked up to me, stopped and put her hands on her hips. A smile crossed my face. She reminded me of my mum when she was about to tell us off. She lifted her black hat off her face and pulled off her sunglasses, " You. What are you doing here?" "Di?" Oh Jesus. This was going to be one hell of a party. I took in a deep breath, " I was invited. What are you doing here?" "I live here..." If I wasn't nervous and embarrassed enough as it was, Jason walked up to us, slid his arm around my waist, handing me a beer. He flashed his sexy grin at Di, oblivious to the shocked look on her face and said, " Sweetie, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Gavin. Gav, this is my best-friend and favourite cousin, Anna." I thought I was going to throw up. Not only had he unknowingly thrown me out of the closet head first, he called me his boyfriend for the first time. Oh, and the fact that my Di ( the girl I was intending to sleep with so I would know how to do it when I tried with Jason again, eventually), was his best friend, whom I know he talked about me with. Yes, my book of secrets had just been spewn in 'Anna's' face. Her face went from shock to botox calm. Grabbing Jason's arm she directed him to the kitchen with a smile and a few words to fetch the rest of the party who had arrived. As he walked off she gave me a 'stay' look and we both waved at him as he happily trod over the lawn away from us. " You. Come." she said, pointing her finger accusingly before whipping her hat off and heading for a wooden bench in a corner of the garden which was secluded from the pool and braii patio. " Sit and be quiet." she instructed. My numb brain just followed orders. She's going to tell everyone I know. I just feel it. After walking to and fro for a whole minute, me looking at her like a student waiting for my punishment from the headmaster, " Gavin Naidoo, I can't believe you, you little shit!" Did she just call me a ... " Don't you dare talk until I'm done! What the fuck were you thinking? Cheating on Jay? With a woman? Are you Out. Of. Your. Mind! He's the most loving person I know, and you! You intend on breaking his heart? I'm going to kick your ass, then I'm gonna have my brothers kick it again!" Huh? This isn't the Di I know. And wait... she said break his heart... Could that mean? Yes! Yes! Yes! Jason loves me. Me! I had a ridiculous grin plastered all over my face, my mind having forgotten the earlier stress and embarrassment. Jason. Loves. Me! Di was looking down at me expecting an answer and frowned. " A smile? Are you kidding me? You have no right to be happy with yourself!" she screamed. Jason came around the bougainvillea bush and looked at Di. " Would you mind telling me why you're screaming your head off at my boyfriend?" Di turned to look at him and froze, unable to answer him. "We could hear you all the way in the bloody kitchen. Anne?" She covered her mouth with her hand and looked at me. I was still smiling like a fool and Jason looked at me as if I'd just fallen out of a tree. "Babe, are you okay?" "You love me." I blurted it out before I could stop myself. Once I had said it I smiled even more. It sounded good. " Huh?" He moved closer to me and kneeled in front of me, he reached out and touched my cheek, looking into my eyes with a look of concern on his face. " What did you say babe? I didn't hear." I couldn't help myself. I hopped off the bench and threw myself into his arms, throwing him to the ground under me. I sought out his lips with mine. Licking and sucking his pouty lips before he realized what I was doing. He wrapped his arms around me and opened his mouth, flicking out his tongue. Tasting my mouth as my tongue danced around in his, trying to caress each corner, trying to drink out his essence. His love. He pulled away and smiled up at me with a questioning look in his eyes. Oh, yes. I've been acting like an idiot. I giggled and planted a soft kiss on his lips before saying, " I love you too." The look of shock on his face made me wonder if I should have told him. " H... How did you know?" Di coughed and shrugged from her perch on the bench. " Oops?" " You love me? I ... uh... How long?" I pulled my weight onto my elbows to keep from crushing him. I felt my face heat up. "Umm... I'll tell you later. It's kind of embarrassing." "Jay, why don't you take Gav to yours for a while. We don't want the rest of the boys getting excited before dinner. Then when you're done you can both come and explain yourselves, okay?" she was sipping on my beer and looking at us with a soft, maternal smile and a frown. Jason I pushed Gavin into my room and kicked the door shut with a loud slam. I pushed my shirt off my shoulders and pulled him to me. My body was hungry for him. My hands swam over his taught muscles as I kissed him. Slower this time, less rushed than a while before. I wanted to know what it was like to kiss him slow. Savour his lips, smell him, feel my tongue glide over his. My hands moved on their own, my mind concentrated on exploring his beautiful mouth. I leaned into him and pushed him down onto the sofa. As I pulled off his vest I looked into his eyes and saw his desire. This look was different from the ones I knew. Before, lust filled his eyes, now he looked vulnerable, even a little scared. I undressed him slowly, as he sat and watched me. He didn't know what to expect. I pulled off the remainder of my clothes less carefully and pulled him up. I steered him towards my bed and grabbing hold of his hips, I showed him that I wanted him to lie down. I moved onto him, my cock rubbing against his and leaned into him, slipping an arm under his back. I looked into his chocolate eyes and whispered, " I want you to make love to me." I felt free. Open, no longer scared he would leave me or block me out if I told him how I felt and what I wanted. He pulled me down to him and licked and sucked my lips. I felt his tongue caressing my lips and pushing past. I opened my mouth and let him pull me into a sensuous, slow kiss and breathed in deeply. I felt my body melt into his and became more aware of our rock hard cocks gliding between our bodies, slick with our precum. I rubbed my hips in a circular motion, stroking his thighs with my hands, I wanted to feel more. I felt his moan before I heard it. His chest vibrating under mine, and a low deep rumbling invaded my senses as he moved his hands to my ass, pushing my groin harder into his. Oh god, it felt good. His strong hands forcefully massaging my ass, pulling my cheeks apart before pushing them together. I broke the kiss as I felt him move his legs up to straddle my grinding hips. The heat and moisture that had formed between our bodies heightened my senses further. I could feel his smooth long cock on my belly, and as his legs shifted to hold me in between his rotating thighs like a vice, I could feel his smooth balls rub against mine. His eyes were closed and he was covered in a light sheen of sweat. His head thrown back and hips lips wet with the saliva from licking his lips. I lifted my upper body on to my arms so I could see our cocks moving. He was holding on to me so forcefully I couldn't see much, so I leaned in and licked his nipple. Flick, bite, suck, lick. He was moaning. Deep sexy groans I could feel through my lips. A slow burning began to grow in my groin and I could feel I was going to cum if we kept it up. I licked and kissed my way up to his collar bone, which I laved in saliva, leaving wet skin behind. He pulled harder and arched his back pushing his ass up, a finger touched my pucker and swirled around. It sent an electric shock through my body, my back arching of its own accord. "Uh... Oh... god... Mmm... Gav, we need... to... stop." I panted. His palms left my ass and moved up my body and neck until he cupped my face in his hands, " What's wrong?" Confusion and hurt emanated through his eyes. Gavin It was wonderful. His slow, drugging kisses, his caresses, his weight on my body. His thick cock wetting mine with his precum. The way he kissed me almost without pause. It was as if it was our first time together... discovering each others' bodies and mouths. His round, strong bum in my hands. It was a sensory overload, but I revelled in it. In him. "Uh... Oh... god... Mmm... Gav, we need... to... stop." I froze. When I looked into his eyes I knew that he didn't really want to. I let my hands glide up his smooth, permanently tanned body and held his face in them. " What's wrong?" Please God, don't let him really want to stop. Maybe the kissing and confession of love was too much for him? Don't let me have screwed up... He leaned into me and rubbed my neck with his cheek, his stubble was ticklish and I wriggled my hips a bit. He licked and bit my earlobe. That's a good sign right? " When we started, I told you I wanted you to make love to me..." His voice was rough and his breath as he spoke, sent shivers down my spine. I pulled him into my arms and pushed us over to lay on our sides as I plunged into his moist mouth. I have never been this turned on in my life. Ever! He is attacking my mouth with his tongue, assaulting my tongue with his lips. His hands are roaming over my body. I'm saturated with his smell, touch, moans, skin. I want to be inside him. I make a move to shift down lower his body. He grabs my shoulders and shoves me onto my back. He's taking control back. I like when he's in control. His lithe body covers mine, he straddles my hips with his strong, long hips. Taking hold of my arms forcefully, he lifts them above my head. His green eyes pierce me with an unbelievably sinful dose of raw lust. Oh God. I can't stop moaning... I'm going to come soon. He lowers his face and forcefully kisses me. Yes, my man is conducting my body, and I'm letting him play me like a violin because now I know there won't be any boundaries. The walls that surrounded our sex lives had just crashed down. Yes. I was squirming and moaning under him like a slut as he nuzzled my neck and mouthed the weak spot behind my ear. "Ungh... yes..." I was so deep in the throes of passion that I only realized that Jason's ass was hovering over my dick, his pucker twitching on my head, when he tried to push down. " No. Stop." I pushed his shoulders to lift him off me. He wouldn't let me and looked up into my face. " Please don't ask me to stop. Not now." He looked angry and desperate, but his voice was pleading. I understood how he had taken my words. I lifted my head and kissed his rough cheek. " No, I meant that I want to do this differently. Trust me okay?" I kissed his plump lips and he moaned "uh-hmm". I pulled him into me and flipped us over on the bed so that I was on top. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the confused and concerned look on his face. " Don't worry," I said, leaning down to do what I had dreamt of so many times. I explored his body with my tongue and lips. I sucked, kissed, scrapped with my teeth and nails. His smooth chest, his hard nipples, - he moaned here loudly - his belly button - I tongue fucked it, imagining it was my cock in his channel-, the ridges that defined his pecs - when I was done, wet and shiny with my saliva. I rubbed my face in his trimmed pubic hair, taking in his manly scent, licked my tongue near the base of his throbbing 7 inch cock, just so that I could see the wetness of my spit on it. Mmm... I moved in between his thighs and paid attention to his heavy balls. I licked and ran my lips over the smooth, velvety skin that covered his orbs. I was loving his smell. Even though he'd showered before we came over, I could smell his manliness under the spicy scent of the soap. I groaned, pulling one orb into my mouth, gently swirling it around before I moved to the next one. I felt his hands on my hair, trying to pull my mouth back up to his hard shaft. I lifted my head and smiled at the perfect view. My man's smooth body covered in sweat, his chest heaving, him up on one elbow staring at me with a perplexed and annoyed expression. Oh God, it is possible that a guy can look cute and sexy all at once? " Our first time is gonna last longer than five minutes, so lie back, don't complain and enjoy okay?" Before he could answer I leaned down and licked him. From the tip of his cock, down the underside, to his balls, moving them apart with my tongue... lower, lower, lower. Lifting his hips, cupping his ass in my hands and pulling him up, curving his back, until I got to his beckoning pucker, and then on. Mmm, licking is nice. I should do it more often. He was moaning, telling me that he was going to cum, the second I touched his hole. Mmm, soft skin, I like his smell. I moved in and spread his cheeks to better reveal the object of many a fantasy of mine and tentatively licked. Long and slow. I could feel his pucker twitch as I dragged my tongue over it. " Ah, fuck... baby, uh, I' hmmm gonna cum. No, you aren't. "Oomph! Oh my God! What the fuck was that?" He'd lifted himself up on his arms and was looking at me with a shocked expression. I couldn't help but laugh. Again. I seriously need to stop laughing during sex. I moved up over him, and smiling down, " I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't come yet. Don't worry, I didn't do anything permanent." And laughed again at how wide his green eyes were open. Leaning down to kiss him I grabbed a pillow, let go of his sinful mouth, winked and moved down his alluring body once more. I went back to the job at hand and played with his ass. I played with my tongue, with my fingers, my lips... It was ridiculous. I'd imagined myself down here but I never thought I'd be mesmerized by an actual ass. And again I giggled. Thank goodness Jason was a moaner, otherwise I would have to explain my laugh and die of embarrassment. I was doing to him what Di had done to me with her mouth and hands. I was exploring him the way I had explored myself until I could get a small part of the almost painful arousal I had felt, back. I was so lost in my experimentation and the feelings of his body reacting to my touch that I didn't hear him until he sat up and pushed me away roughly. " Damn you Gavin! Stop making me wait. You're killing me..." he handed me a tube of lube and tried to roll himself over onto his stomach. I grabbed his hips forcefully and pulled his thighs up, hooking my arms behind his knees, and putting my full weight on top of my man's body. His initial look of surprise evolved into one of mischief and I could see more sparkly grey in his green eyes. He humped his ass against me and rubbed my cock. "Ooooh, Fuck!" I had been so lost in him that I had almost forgotten my cock, which was now pulsing. "Oh God..." I've never been this hard. He pulled my lips to his and devoured my mouth, biting down on my lips almost painfully, and then sucking my tongue into his mouth, making me fuck his mouth with it. I pulled the cap off the tube and squeezed some onto my fingers. It was warm. Ask about that later. And moved them down to his quivering hole. I covered his hole and balls with it, massaging it around before I got more to coat my hard cock. I pushed Jay back into the pillows and shifted my hips lower, bringing my cock closer to his pucker. Puff Adder Pt. 03 Leaning my weight on one arm I pushed down, into him, looking at him. Watching his face. I didn't want to hurt him. He looked so vulnerable lying under me. At the same time his eyes were glazed, grey lights flashing through. I knew he wanted it, and probably would have screamed with joy if I wasn't where I was. I could feel his tightness around the head of my cock, but I knew I needed to wait to avoid pain. I felt him shift his body and snake his legs up mine, wrap around my ass, and all of a sudden... He pulled me down and pushed his hips up. My entire 8 inches were in him, and I felt like a bucket of lust had poured into my blood. Oh God, he was so tight. My eyes had closed and my hips started that slow undulating dance of their own accord. I was now exploring him with my cock. I wanted to stay like this forever. Jason Jesus, the man was driving me crazy! He had me writhing and moaning, begging and pleading, shaking, and feeling... Feeling oh so much. My nerves were at their limit, my cock was so hard I thought it would break, and he had me in a state of almost cumming for the past ten minutes... It was wonderful, and it was torture. I was getting more agitated with every passing minute and even though he had finally lubed me up, he paused forever waiting for me to get used to his head in me. I couldn't take it any longer and wrapped my legs around his muscular ass, and half plunged into, half pulled him into me... And screamed. Oh my God. That was a bad idea. It hurt like hell. In my excitement I'd forgotten how 'well endowed' he was. He froze above me with his teal eyes tightly shut, and about five seconds after I had forced him into me, he began moving. I looked into his face, half covered with his soaking black hair and on his second tantalizingly slow thrust into me, he opened his eyes and I was shown a look of complete wonder. It was also on that second thrust that I felt him slide along my prostate. White lights would be an understatement, I was blinded by an incredibly bright, searing light. My body began to move, and the pleasure of being full of my man's hard cock, our bodies gliding, lubricated by our sweat, his smell, oh God his cock, stroking my insides. I moved my hands to cup his ass, to feel his muscles tense and relax as he drove into me. We were moaning, making a lot of noise, I could feel his deep moans vibrating through me and invading my body. He leaned down, still staring into my eyes and held me closer to him, kissed me slowly, lovingly, lifted up and then started to move faster. The feel of his cock pulling almost out of me, slowly, then ramming back into me, viciously, hungrily. "Oh God, yes, I-I-I'm gonna cum baby... Cum ... ungh ... uh ... with me. Uh... Fuck." Digging my nails into his ass, into his back, pulling with my legs, pushing up, our rhythm is staccato, it's disappearing, fuck rhythm, I want his cock. Oh God, I'm going to cum. I feel so full, so horny, so wet and slippery. I want to come, oh yes. I want to come. The sound and feel of him slapping into my ass, his cock driving in deeper, my channel gripping him, feeling him... I feel him tense up, his cock twitching in me, hitting my love button again, and then something warm and wet... my body tenses, my muscles are going to snap. I cum so hard, it's like an invasion has overtaken my body, I feel my warm cum hit my chin, then I see some land on his lips, Oh Gawd, that's so sexy, I'm cumming even harder now and I can't see the end of my high anywhere close. It's torturously good, he's still pumping into me and I can fill his cum filling my ass, so good. He licks my cum of my chin and kisses me with his cum covered lips. He's still moving his cock in me, the pleasure is almost painful. Now I'm a trembling mass of jelly. He's licking my love nectar off me, and moves lower to clean my well used love hole. I'm too tired to feel shy about it. It feels good, nice. I like that he isn't put-off by it. And he's making little mewing sounds... He comes back up to my face and unleashes a beaming grin on me. He's like a little child, and I'm the one who just had the most experience ever for goodness' sake. I pull him down and snuggle up. Hmm, snuggling. He's a man's kind of guy, so am I, but I've been wanting to cuddle up to him for years now. And it felt damn good too. Gavin I lay with Jason on me, cuddled up against my body. I had the stupidest grin ever on my face and kept on saying, " I love you." " Thank you." " That was amazing." like a broken toy. And I was trying to keep from laughing out my joy, but I lost the battle and finally let it out. Jason leaned up over me and raised his brows. " Umm, right. So, how am I supposed to understand that?" " Sorry, angel. But I'm so happy I can't help myself. You're so fucking perfect it's disgusting. But you love me, so you can be as disgustingly perfect as you want. As long as you want me too." And I let out another chorus of giggles. And yes, I was blushing. But now I kind of liked it. I think. " Angel, huh? Okay, I can deal with Angel... in private," he joined in on my laughing and kissed me again. I could have him kiss me forever and I think I wouldn't get bored, or less happy. " As for the disgustingly happy part, I think you're spending too much time around Anne. You're starting to sound like her. Not that I mind you thinking that I'm perfect. Anne always..." he paused and his eyes widened, his mouth and open " O". "You! You're a bottom! How the fuck did you get her to teach you?" He had jumped out of bed and stood with his hands on his hips, his long wet hair flopping over his eyes and around his neck, and a scolding matron look about him. He was way too cute. I laughed again, this time at him. " Uh, sorry angel. Don't know what you're on about." He leaned over and grabbed his phone, hand still on hip, and looking pissed off in a cute way, threw the phone down on the bed after reading a text and grabbed me up and after him towards the bathroom. His bubble butt contracting and relaxing with his strides. After unceremoniously shoving me into the huge shower, he followed me in and shut the door, only to take up his matron pose again, this time bunching up his lithe muscles a bit. Cool water on my skin, hmm, feels good. " We gotta be back in ten minutes, so you have ten minutes to explain to me what exactly it was you did with Anne and why in hell she chose to teach you!" he was busy lathering up, sending me unamused looks as I did the same. " You mean Di? Why the hell do you call her Anne? That isn't her real name you know. And I have no idea what you're talking about. She didn't teach me anything, just went down on me twice and did other things further down that's all. And before you ask, no I did not have sex with her." " I can't believe she made you a bottom! Fuck it. Whatever. Some of the stuff you did back there," he pointed towards the bedroom, " you learned from her, and she's the only one of two people I know who know how to do that in this country." I'd rinsed the rest of the soap off and stepped closer to him, pulling him into my arms, " You mean when I stopped you from cumming?" A nod. " Okay. I liked what Di did to me, so I tried it on myself until I could do most of it myself. I didn't want to be with anyone but you." God, confessions about masturbation were definitely and on button for my blushing. "But I learned different stuff through her, reading and practising... I was hoping that one day you would change your mind about sex, and I wanted to make you happy... Okay?" His eyes were a little teary and I felt my heart melt even more for my gorgeous, sweet man. He hiccupped, and I brushed a tear away. " Don't cry angel. I'm sorry. I liked it better when you went all Granny Africa on me... Shame you didn't have a whip to punish me with." He smacked my chest playfully and smiled, blushing a little. " Shut up." He raised himself on his toes and pulled me down for a small, light kiss. When I tried to go further he pulled away. " I still don't forgive you. Now you have to teach me too. And never mention my tears to anyone, you hear? It'll ruin my tough hunter image. Now come on. We gotta go before they come carry us out of here."