Kissing

 

Tongue kiss

Lovekiss

I loves ya

Le baiser du trottoir

The kiss on the pavement (sidewalk).  A photograph by the great Robert Doisneau.

One day, two men or two women will be able to kiss like that too in public and no one will turn a hair.  In fact they'll saw awww just like we do when we see this picture.

Majorca Flats -- 63

“No you fuckin' don't!” Angry, Jason pulled away from Keith. “You're a handsome bloke. You're hot. You're nice. But I have had stuff … I don't want to talk about it right now, but … look, Keith, you're … Jesus, it's been so fuckin' hard,” and to his dismay and everlasting shame, he began to weep.

“Jase!” And Keith took Jason into his arms and held him close and let him weep into his shoulder. “It's OK, mate. It'll be OK.”

But Jason muttered through his tears, “No, it will never be OK.” He pulled his head back from Keith's shoulder and looking into Keith's kind concerned regard, he felt that there could be nothing wrong with what he was about to do, and he kissed him.

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“I understand,” said Jason. “But I would like to see you again, even if just as friends.” The words sounded hollow. He'd heard them himself when he was dumped by a girlfriend or boyfriend. He kissed Luigi again. “Thank you, Luigi. That was the best sex I've had for a long time. Will you give me your number?”

Luigi just shook his head.

Jason simply looked at him, and something of what he was feeling must have shown in his face, for Luigi reached out his hand and stroked Jason's cheek.

“You'll survive, straight boy. Your kind always do.”

Jason leaned his head into Luigi's surprisingly firm and muscular hand, and rubbed his face against it. He could hear the muffled scritch of his beard stubble against the smooth, soft skin of the other man's palm.

“If you change your mind, beautiful, I work at The Lord Grey.”

Luigi pulled his hand away. “But that's a gay pub,” he said, surprised.

“So I discovered,” replied Jason with a wink.

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Jason started slowly, giving Luigi time to stretch and take him easily, but he wanted so much to just ride Luigi hard, to thrust into the body which lay beneath him, its androgynous contours and muscles deliciously both male and female, appealing to both the gay and the het in him. He felt very strongly that he was the dominant one here, that he was the man. He knew somewhere inside that this was silly. But it was part of the fantasy.

His pleasure built with each thrust, his cock gripped by a warm, intimate sheath. Each push brought him closer to climax. He'd pulled his wire in the shower that morning, and he was glad he had, because he wanted to prolong these exquisite sensations. It felt so good, so right. His experience with Brent and other men had taught how to angle himself so that he could rub the other bloke's prostate. Brent had loved it on the occasions when, after he'd fucked Jason, Jason had in turn done him, deep and slow and careful, bringing him to a hands-free climax. Jason was deliberate and unhurried about leading Luigi to slow orgasm despite his own urgent need to nail the other man to the sheets. He loved making his partner cum, whether he was fucking a man or a woman. His own pleasure was so much more intense when that happened.

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Jason was tempted to tear the expensive shirt off Luigi's body. Instead, knowing how much it must have cost, he slowly unbuttoned it, and with each button he and Luigi kissed. Every few seconds, Jason's hand strayed to one of Luigi's nipples, and he rubbed or twisted the bar or the ring. Luigi's hand slipped past the waistband of Jason's jeans, warm against his stomach, and squeezed Jason's junk.

“I want you to fuck me, straight boy.”

“Yeah!” Jason's voice was gruff. At one level, he was amused by the rôle he was playing. But the awareness that it was a game, a piece of mutual fantasy both turned him on and made him feel closer to the other man. It suggested hidden vulnerabilities in Luigi, a whole history of encounters with straight blokes, where he never got the love he wanted, love which Jason was convinced everybody needed.

“Condom?” he asked.

In silence Luigi gave him one from the bedside drawer. After Jason had put it on, Luigi slicked it up with lube, and kissed Jason again, then turned over and lay face down on the bed. Jason slid softly into him, his gentle manner contrasting with the silky steel of his cock. It was a tenderness and gradualness that Luigi had not expected.

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Luigi wasted no time. As soon as they were through the front door of his flat, he turned to Jason and started kissing him hard. His body was pressed against Jason's, and as he ground his hips against Jason's, the firmness of his erection was manifest. Luigi moved his mouth from Jason's and started kissing the line of his chin, on either side of his head. His tongue traced a line of heat up to his ear, and Jason felt a warm mouth and sharp teeth nibble his ear lobe. His own hard-on was by now supremely uncomfortable. He moved his hands from Luigi's bum which he'd been squeezing, and twisted the bar in one of Luigi's nipples, hard enough to hurt. Luigi gave a grunt, of pain or pleasure, or both, Jason didn't know, and then he bit Jason's earlobe. Jason laughed softly. It hurt, but that just increased his desire. He'd had a girlfriend once who done that, and the sudden sweet memory of their love filled his heart with a poignant warmth and an odd affection for the man he was about to fuck.

“Come on,” Luigi whispered in his ear, his breath hot, the promise and lust in his voice fuelling Jason's own craving.

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Kissing

Is there anything sexier than kissing -- or thinking about kissing?  Especially someone beaut.

Anyway, thought you'd like this pic.

Two Guys

I'm not in the mood to post anything much right now.

So I'll give you this picture.  Two beaut guys.  And maybe they're even in love, and will live happily ever after.

Blond and Brunet

Don't have time to say much.

I loved this photo, especially the blissed-out look on the brunet's face.

Ah. Young love! So innocent, so hopeful.