1 comments/ 27857 views/ 3 favorites Half Light By: milliontoone William stared at his lover asleep and snoring lightly, the sheet casually draped across his semi hard cock with a mix of desire and envy, the two emotions swirling together to make a new formula something altogether more powerful than mere desire, a curiosity, a will to break limits, a new strange feeling. William watched him for a while taking in every detail, the long strands of dirty blonde hair falling lazily across the beautifully handsome face, the sable coloured eyelashes making a fan, masking bright blue eyes now closed in sweet dreams, the jaw line strong and chiselled. He stirred slightly amid his slumber and William caught his breath not wanting to be caught staring like this, not wanting the peculiar intimacy to end. Mumbling something incoherent he turned restlessly away from William for a second before turning back leaving more of his beautiful torso exposed. He must have been having pleasant dreams. His swollen fat cock was almost fully hard the sheet now almost a memory unable to conceal it. Williams's eyes gravitated like a magnet towards the beautiful cock jutting upwards into the semi darkness of the early morning while his right hand tentatively trailed downwards to fit between the waistband of his boxer shorts and find his own excitement tense and full of blood. As hand touched skin it felt like a hot iron branding him and his eyes never broke their lock on the fat dick in front of him. He imagined what it would be like to be in possession of something so full, so solid, so tangible but he also remembered what it felt like in his mouth between his lips his tongue performing endless spirals around the soft yet firm shaft, the urgent touch of his lovers hand on the back of his head in the half light of the early dawn, pressing, insistent his mouth filling with that familiar salty taste, taking it all down. His fingers gripped the small swollen lump in his pants flicking and rubbing as he remembered breathing hard on his lovers neck, smelling the odorous musk that seemed to emanate from his throat, a raw scent and powerful, the scent of glorious masculinity. He remembered flipping his lover over pushing his face in to the soft pliability of the over stuffed pillow cases, alternating between playfully biting at him and breathing raggedly at his ear while Williams's saliva covered fingers worked teasingly at his lover's asshole. He remembered the feel of that hot masculine body opening up for him, wanting, needing, yearning to be filled, vulnerable and yet demanding. He recalled finding the exact spot inside his lover full and swollen, engorged and begging to be rubbed, teased, taunted, caressed until his lover almost begged him to stop and yet somehow always pleaded for more pushing against the insistence of the hand spinning William into an erotic sub reality of promise and bliss while he was all too aware of the yawning ache to complete the act his body denied him the capability to. He could not take it any further, this was the fullest, most bursting limit he could take it too, his lover bucking urgently against his fingers the inner most secret place of him swollen and jutting in unapologetic need, Williams own small hardness tense and seeking relief. He yearned to feel whole, to penetrate his lover completely and yet he knew in the dusky half light where conflicting worlds confuse, where masculine and feminine entwine even within the same body that this was where true pleasure was indeed found, that it is the longing, the incapacity which fuels desire over the edge, takes what is already potent, makes it stronger. And he yearned also to submit himself,submit to someone who understand the essence of his true nature, his potency, the soul of his masculinity and yet he could still submit utterly to the hard insistence of that masculine external reflecting the internal perfectly where Williams betrayed him. His tongue melted like ice-cream at the hot stabbing touch of his lover's heated mouth. Letting his lover invade him slowly first via his mouth and then using his body to manoeuvre himself into position on top of William his hard erection pressing into the space where Williams should have been, a torturous reminder but also a rapturous pleasure. William held his body against his own his lovers hard and yet pliable, his own softer yet with its own firmness, hands skimming across bare naked flesh memorizing every inch braille like. His lover urgent, more insistent, teasing, Williams own body betraying him deliciously almost waylaid by potent actualised masculinity while at the same time a pang of longing stabbed through him like a needle breaking skin and something inside lit up his veins. Pushing his lovers body weight off his own, guiding him upwards, pulling him forwards William ached for release raw desire and his primeval instinct now fuelling his actions. He wanted to be inside buried deep within his lover, erect and passionate, his first instinct, his primary emotion. Urging, surging that beautiful perfect body with the fat beautiful dick that was the object of so much lust envy to stand over him, wanting, needing his lovers cock to take on an almost symbolic meaning in the hallucinatory half light of the dawn. He stood over William now like a sort of proud phoenix his hair flowing like flames licking around an already present molten core, cock full and proud sticking out in painful reminder of his essence and while William ached for him, ached to submit to what he worshipped, idolised the need to take him, take this beautiful man over rode everything else like a thousand pegasus charging towards the sun. Tugging at his lovers ankles he guided his lovers tight little asshole on to his face, Williams lips and tongue losing themselves in ecstasy pushing deeper into the hole, exploring, tongue acting in place of phallus and yet in a way superior able to feel, even taste, experience pleasure in a different way, enabling William to fully acknowledge the sensation of this beautiful man. His lover crying out in pleasure as he pushed against Williams's warm wet mouth, tongue pushing insistently in, upwards, attempting to fill him. And William felt his own need rushing upwards now as his lover opened to take him in and his own hand brushed against the small knot swollen in pleasurable torment. Gripping his own heat between two fingertips William tugged with a shameless urgency while his lover squirmed deeper on to his tongue edging closer to release. Suddenly his lovers thrusting became more immediate, faster and even the half dark seemed to pause while William waited a beat for the animal release of his lovers orgasm to flow over him completely, his body feeling the warmth over his stomach, his skin trying to absorb totally its potency, his body crying always for more, arching upwards while his tongue sort even more from his lovers most secret space and his fingers brushed what for a brief instant seemed on fire. Sensing his frustration his lover brought his full weight down around Williams tongue and with a grunt and a gasp in one moment William tasted what raw masculinity felt his blood chill then overheat as white heat pumped through his veins and the rush came unrelentingly. He could look back afterwards breathing haphazardly on the tail end of a pulsating orgasm blood vessels standing on end, still prickling his skin all over, the tingle nettle like mixing bitter sweetly once again with longing and admiration sculpting his lover into an idol, a statue, a roman or greek god in his imagination, an Antinous or Dionysus. Masculinity. Pure total. Intoxicating. Raw. Erotic. His eyes flickered, left hand lazily brushed over his lovers torso now lapsing from desire into the slower rhythm of sleep. In his dreams he saw his lover's body as perfect as marble, masculine, whole complete awaiting his touch, needing to be heated by the fires of a furnace burnt white hot by desire, by bittersweet longing and want. Half-Light "My God, you're beautiful!" I could hear the sharp intake of breath as I spun slowly around the center of the room, completely nude. Neither of them could take their eyes off me. Self-confidence had never been part of my personality, but in the half-light of Ethan's apartment I felt like a goddess. Giddy from the vodka, I watched them watching me and reveled in the unfamiliar sensations. I had never expected this. Quite the contrary. When I had knocked on Adam's door earlier in the evening, my head was filled with firm resolutions not to get too involved, too quickly. I knew where my weakness lay and I was determined not to make any mistakes on our first date. So when Adam asked if his best friend could join us for after-dinner drinks, I forced myself not to be disappointed. It was better this way. We would have time in the restaurant to get to know one another, and his friend's presence would remove any temptation for me at the end of the evening. I had never met Ethan before. I was surprised at how attractive he was, far more so than Adam. Shorter, but his broad shoulders and roguish smile made an impression on me that few men ever have. He shook my hand and smiled deep into my eyes, and I melted. It only occurred to me several minutes later that it wasn't good manners to lust after your date's best friend. His giddy sense of humor had me giggling like a schoolgirl as we drove to the bar. He told jokes and laughed, and asked me everything about myself. He wanted to know how old I was, what interested me. He made fun of my car. Adam was much quieter, although he seemed to be enjoying himself. Whenever I looked his way, I could see his cool blue eyes fastened on me. After a couple of beers, Ethan had asked enough questions, and told me it was my turn to do the asking. I thought for a moment, and realized that this was an opportunity that seldom presented itself. "Okay, Ethan, you're Adam's best friend. What can you tell me about him that he would never admit to me?" There was a long, daring look between the two friends. When Adam broke eye contact and stared pensively into his lager, Ethan realized that he had won. He turned to me, jubilant. "We had a threesome!" he announced. I couldn't believe he was serious. In my world, people didn't do things like that. And what's more, if they did, they didn't admit to it, even on a dare. When drunk. He had to be joking, just trying to see how I would react. For the first time that evening, Adam smiled. "You know she's still calling me?" he asked his friend. My head was spinning, and it wasn't from the beer. It was true. "Now, Sarah," Adam said with a challenging smile for me. "You know my biggest secret. Now what can you tell me?" Feeling totally naïve, I took a deep breath. "I can't top that. I've never done anything like that in my life." Ethan banged his glass down on the table so hard it startled me. "Tonight's the night! Come on, guys." Leaving a healthy tip – and his phone number – for the waitress, he took me by the hand and pulled me outside. The next few hours were a blur. A trendy nightclub. Dancing with Adam. Ethan buying us drinks and flirting with every girl in the room. He had discovered my weakness for White Russians, and as he brought me my second, I protested. "I'll never be able to drive if I have any more. I've had too much already." He smiled. "Take it. My apartment is just across the street; we can walk there. Don't worry." Later, I held Adam's hand as we dodged between cars, all three of us laughing. And now here I was in the darkness of the apartment, none of us wearing a stitch of clothing, the room illuminated only by the streetlights below. My skin glowed faintly blue as I spun in front of them, their eyes following my every move. I saw myself as if in a mirror: average height, but with a tiny torso and extremely long legs. Very thin, but no longer bony now that I was in my mid-twenties. My breasts were small enough that I worried about them, but both men insisted they were perfect. I sat gracefully on the edge of the futon that served Ethan as a bed and an extra couch. The tension was so loud I wanted to put my hands over my ears, beg it to stop. The chill from the nearby windows was palpable. "Why is it women become so much more attractive when they're cold?" Adam asked the room in general. "We just shrivel up." My nipples had swollen from the cold and stuck out straight from my breasts. Now Ethan was crouched in front of me, examining them. He reached out a hand and slowly traced a circle around my right nipple. "Is it okay?" he asked, eyes meeting mine and touching something deep within my body. Mute, I nodded. He took it in his mouth, running his tongue around my areola, nibbling gently on the nipple. His hand was on my left breast, kneading and pinching. Adam sat next to me, his knees drawn up, his face hidden. Ethan raised his head for a moment. "Come on, Adam." I tried to catch his eye, willing myself not to be distracted by Ethan's fingers pinching my left nipple. "Please, Adam." He took a deep breath, let it out again. And then his lips were on mine, his tongue exploring every curve of my mouth. Our first kiss. How often I had dreamed of it, yet never would I have believed the reality. Ethan was still nibbling on my breasts, and his hands were everywhere – my stomach, my thighs, my shoulders. Or maybe they were Adam's hands. My eyes were closed, and I no longer cared. Adam's lips left mine, explored my face, my neck, my shoulders, my free breast. Hands pushed my legs apart; fingers brushed against my mound. I was on fire. Between them, they laid me on my back, close to the edge of the futon. Adam knelt between my legs, his breath hot against my upper thighs. His fingers were caressing my clit. Slowly, oh, so slowly, his tongue explored the folds of skin and pressed inside of me. I dragged my right foot across the floor, the movement completely beyond my conscious control. I was breathing in shallow gasps. Ethan was on his knees, cock burning against my cheek, hard as granite. Trapping it there in one hand, I turned my head to meet it, and as I took him in my mouth he closed his eyes in ecstasy. I explored the wide, pulsing head with my tongue, and moaned as Adam's tongue found my clit at the same moment. Ethan's body swayed slightly as he gave himself up to enjoyment. With my tongue, I found the center of his shaft and pushed urgently against it. I slipped one hand between my legs, then ran my finger, wet with my own juices, along the base of his shaft. The salt of our bodies mingled on my tongue as I scraped my teeth delicately against his sensitive skin. He cursed softly. I was enjoying the taste and feel of him so much I almost failed to notice when Adam slipped inside of me. He moved so slowly, so gently, every nerve in me awoke as he inched his way further. When he reached my cervix, he withdrew so suddenly that I cried out, abandoning Ethan to focus my eyes on Adam. Again he entered me slowly, relentlessly. Again he tore himself away. I wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezing as hard as I could. This time I pushed against him, not willing to wait, and he responded just as eagerly. His hands were on my breasts, kneading gently in time to the rhythm of his thrusts. Ethan sat behind me, his arms cradling me. He raised me in the air, sucking urgently on my neck. I sighed in abandon. As Adam moved to support me, Ethan stretched out beneath me and put his hands on my waist. Gently but firmly, he pulled me away from Adam and turned me to face him. He buried his face between my breasts. I straddled him as he pushed up inside me, his much thicker shaft stretching me even wider. I was on top of him, but as he pounded in and out I found I didn't even need to move my hips. Adam sat behind me, guiding me, straddling Ethan so that he could press his body against every inch of mine. Adam's lips brushed my cheek, Adam's hands fondled my breasts as Ethan's cock drove up and down so remorselessly I feared he would split me in two. Adam brushed against my ass, the head of his shaft stretching it open. He pushed inside just as I gave in to a shattering orgasm. * * * * * I awoke at dawn, pressed closely against Adam to prevent myself from falling off the narrow front room sofa. Through the archway, I could see Ethan still lying as he had been with me on top of him. The birds were chattering outside the window as I turned awkwardly around to look at Adam. His arms were around me, and his face was peaceful in his sleep. "Good morning," I whispered. His blue eyes opened, met mine, and a radiant smile transfigured his face. He held me tightly, kissing my neck, then sat up. "Come on, Sarah. Get dressed and let's go."