Post by benebreadstick on May 9, 2014 0:15:34 GMT
Tyler Legrand's buttocks pressed aggressively against the bar-stool. Tyler's breath was a combination of lust and alcohol. And it's scent lingered in Russ's nostrils. Russ wanted to hold onto that smell forever. Even though his body betrayed him and he was a cripple, cripple's still felt aroused.
"My name is Tyler, Tyler Legrand." Tyler's eyes burned into Russ, burned hot into his soul. "And soon I will have you" Continued Tyler as he looked away.
Russ's heart pattered and swayed with passion, his eyes clouded with lust. Russ stammered with his name "Myyy... name is...Ru..russ" he got out. But Mr. Legrand seemed oblivious to him. "I said my name is Russ" he repeated and still nothing. Not even a nod that he heard him.
"Hmm, maybe he found some one else more interesting than me. And not, a freak like me" thought Russ. Tyler turned back to Russ and gave him a sensual wink, a wink filled with so much promise. A wink that held more words in them than actual words would say. "Would you like something to drink?" asked Tyler as he leaned in close to Russ and whispered the question in his ear.
"I don't really go out a lot, you know, because of my condition." replied Russ. He could feel the heat radiating off of Tyler. It was so thick and humid, almost like he could touch the air around him.
"I don't see anything wrong with you."
"Pfft you're perfect, whereas I'm a cripple. Most people don't think I can even get it up."
"I'm not perfect, I'm deaf. I have hearing aids though, I'm not completely deaf. And I bet you can get it up just fine."
Aha! He's deaf that's why he ignored me.
"My name is Russ by the way."
"You want to get out of here Russ?" Said Tyler. Russ thought he seemed like he had a plan where he wanted to go with Russ. Russ just didn't know what Tyler wanted to do with him when they got there.
"Where do you want to go?" inquired Russ.
"My apartment. I live upstairs. I own the place"
"Um, alright."
Tyler grabbed Russ's wheelchair at the stairs and with his muscles bulging brought him up two flights and entered a sparse, but sexual studio apartment.
Tyler put Russ down on the hardwood floor.
"You want something to drink?" Tyler asked him for the second time tonight.
"Whiskey and coke?"
"You got it"
Russ wheeled his chair over to the bar in the kitchen as Tyler made him his drink. Tyler handed Russ his drink and for the second time that night aggressively sat on the barstool next to Russ and gazed at him longingly.
"I want to take you on this counter, right now" Admitted Tyler.
Russ gulped down his alcohol as fast as he could.
"Why don't you?" slurred Russ, shyly.
Tyler pulled him close for a long, moist kiss. Their tongues intertwined like snakes slithering in a dance of forbidden love. Tyler's hands grabbed Russ's t-shirt and ripped it off his young untrimmed chest. Tyler bent down and pulled Russ's hard nipples between his teeth. Russ leaned his head back in submission, allowing Tyler to claim him. To claim what was his. Soon Russ and Tyler were naked before each other. Russ's fingers roamed Tyler's body and he drunk in the sight of him like a fine wine. Tyler went down to his knees and came face to face with Russ's majestic, glistening cock. Tyler didn't resist, he couldn't resist. Russ's instrument of anal devastation was hard and rigid, it was as if his cock glowed from ethereal light. The first taste was like honey to a hungry bear. His sweet, sweet nectar. Tyler took in all of Russ's love muscle. With his dong of desire touching the back of his throat he sucked him to a hardness that would make a lesser man cry with envy. His climax came quickly and his sex sauce slid down Tyler's esophagus and into his stomach. Tyler got up smacking his lips and savoring Russ's man juice, then stuck his tongue into Russ's mouth so he would know the taste of himself.
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"My name is Tyler, Tyler Legrand." Tyler's eyes burned into Russ, burned hot into his soul. "And soon I will have you" Continued Tyler as he looked away.
Russ's heart pattered and swayed with passion, his eyes clouded with lust. Russ stammered with his name "Myyy... name is...Ru..russ" he got out. But Mr. Legrand seemed oblivious to him. "I said my name is Russ" he repeated and still nothing. Not even a nod that he heard him.
"Hmm, maybe he found some one else more interesting than me. And not, a freak like me" thought Russ. Tyler turned back to Russ and gave him a sensual wink, a wink filled with so much promise. A wink that held more words in them than actual words would say. "Would you like something to drink?" asked Tyler as he leaned in close to Russ and whispered the question in his ear.
"I don't really go out a lot, you know, because of my condition." replied Russ. He could feel the heat radiating off of Tyler. It was so thick and humid, almost like he could touch the air around him.
"I don't see anything wrong with you."
"Pfft you're perfect, whereas I'm a cripple. Most people don't think I can even get it up."
"I'm not perfect, I'm deaf. I have hearing aids though, I'm not completely deaf. And I bet you can get it up just fine."
Aha! He's deaf that's why he ignored me.
"My name is Russ by the way."
"You want to get out of here Russ?" Said Tyler. Russ thought he seemed like he had a plan where he wanted to go with Russ. Russ just didn't know what Tyler wanted to do with him when they got there.
"Where do you want to go?" inquired Russ.
"My apartment. I live upstairs. I own the place"
"Um, alright."
Tyler grabbed Russ's wheelchair at the stairs and with his muscles bulging brought him up two flights and entered a sparse, but sexual studio apartment.
Tyler put Russ down on the hardwood floor.
"You want something to drink?" Tyler asked him for the second time tonight.
"Whiskey and coke?"
"You got it"
Russ wheeled his chair over to the bar in the kitchen as Tyler made him his drink. Tyler handed Russ his drink and for the second time that night aggressively sat on the barstool next to Russ and gazed at him longingly.
"I want to take you on this counter, right now" Admitted Tyler.
Russ gulped down his alcohol as fast as he could.
"Why don't you?" slurred Russ, shyly.
Tyler pulled him close for a long, moist kiss. Their tongues intertwined like snakes slithering in a dance of forbidden love. Tyler's hands grabbed Russ's t-shirt and ripped it off his young untrimmed chest. Tyler bent down and pulled Russ's hard nipples between his teeth. Russ leaned his head back in submission, allowing Tyler to claim him. To claim what was his. Soon Russ and Tyler were naked before each other. Russ's fingers roamed Tyler's body and he drunk in the sight of him like a fine wine. Tyler went down to his knees and came face to face with Russ's majestic, glistening cock. Tyler didn't resist, he couldn't resist. Russ's instrument of anal devastation was hard and rigid, it was as if his cock glowed from ethereal light. The first taste was like honey to a hungry bear. His sweet, sweet nectar. Tyler took in all of Russ's love muscle. With his dong of desire touching the back of his throat he sucked him to a hardness that would make a lesser man cry with envy. His climax came quickly and his sex sauce slid down Tyler's esophagus and into his stomach. Tyler got up smacking his lips and savoring Russ's man juice, then stuck his tongue into Russ's mouth so he would know the taste of himself.
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