City Nights : Part 1

Laurence’s hand steadily steered his blue Scion XD in and out of the wet streets of his city neighborhood. The raindrops danced on the automobile, soothing Laurence’s passenger into deep sleep. The water drizzling down the lightly tinted windows distorted the neon lights. Laurence would every now and then pay his cute friend a glance. He loved watching the 23-year-old move in his sleep, which many of times he had thought to himself if that made him a creeper. But only to quickly shrug it off and give the excuse “he’s my boyfriend”. The blue Scion neared his boyfriend’s apartment building. Laurence took his usual spot under the cherry blossom tree. Looking over at his sleeping passenger, Laurence gently rubbed his hand up his boyfriend’s arm.

“Miles, we’re here.” He spoke softly. Then leaning over, Laurence kissed him on the neck and whispered again, “Miles we’re here.”

The caramel skinned boy didn’t budge- just what Laurence wanted. Laurence swiped his long, wet black hair from his face, opened the driver door and slid out the car. The rain poured down on him, drenching his once dry t-shirt. The 19-year-old’s sandaled feet splashed around the car to the passenger’s door. Bad day to wear flip-flops he realized. Miles’ softly snoring body was pulled out of his seat and plopped upon Laurence’s shoulder. Just enough so that Miles’ butt was pressing against the side of his face. Miles’ arms swung back and forth as the athletically build young man carried him through the glass doors into an elevator.

The light illuminated the number seven and Laurence stepped out. He shuffled across the hall until he reached room 707. Laurence’s free hand wiggled into Miles’ side pocket until he found a small plastic card. He retracted his hand, swiped the card through the slot and kicked the door open. The scent of lavender trailed up Laurence’s nostrils. But he had his mind set on one thing. With out caring to close the apartment door, Laurence tossed the sleeping miles on his bed, waking him up in the process.

“What the fu- oh!” Miles exclaimed at the site of Laurence slowly disrobing himself. Laurence threw his belt on the floor and freed himself from his hem-drenched jeans. He pulled them off, flinging them on the wooden headboard. Miles laid there, eyes devouring Laurence’s sculpted abs and pecs. Miles’ chocolate eyes then followed the dark treasure trail resting on Laurence’s stomach until his site rested on the tent between his legs. Miles looked up at the 19-year-old.
“Loose ‘em.” Miles demanded.

Laurence bit his bottom lip and played with the elastic band on his boxers until he could take it no longer. The boxers flew off and Laurence pounced on Miles, smothering him with a passionate kiss. Lips still locked, Laurence blindly searched for the waist of Miles’ jeans and yanked them down to his knees, Miles’ boxers following. Laurence part his lips from Miles, moving down to his feet. Laurence grabbed Miles’ grey Chucks and slipped them off, breathing in the favorable aroma. With his teeth, Laurence tore off Miles’ socks. His hand massaged the sole of Miles’ foot, kissing the ball and heel. After he got his little foot fetish fix out of the way, Laurence completely deprived Miles’ of his jeans and underwear. The 23-year-old spread his legs, giving his blue-eyed friend enough access. He began teasing Laurence, rubbing the surface of his ass hole with his middle finger. Laurence elbow crawled between Miles’ legs until his lips laid on his slightly hair scrotum. His tongue tickled each testicle before journeying down to the jackpot.

Outside Miles’ apartment, two elderly ladies come gossiping out of the elevator.
“… So then I told her, ‘Carol, you have to stop eating those sweets. It’s just not healthy for someone in your condition.” The tall, skinnier one informed.
“If I’ve told her once, I’ve told her a thousand times- what’s that noise?” The short, stout one chimed with a hint of an English accent.
“I haven’t the slightest- oh good Heavens, they’re at it again!” She puffed, “And they always leave the door open!”

Laurence locked Miles’ legs to his chest as is tongue slithered in and out of his hairless hole. The pale skinned boy became lost in the taste of the sweet fruit. He would tongue his boyfriend for a few seconds then ram a finger or two up the tight crevice. Miles was helpless. With the mixture of the hard rain against his windows and the even harder tongue screwing he was receiving, all Miles could do was lay back, relax and enjoy the ride.

Laurence shoved his middle and index finger in the warm cavity, twisting and turning them all around. He then inched up to Miles who was groaning in pain and pleasure. Laurence’s lips took hold of Miles’, tasting his coconut-flavored chapstick. Though the sensation was extraordinary, Miles noticed that his blue-eyed friend was had a rock solid erection that kept brushing up his leg. He felt it was time to remedy that. Miles wrapped and arm around Laurence’s body and spun him over so his back rested on the king sized bed. Miles pulled himself up and centered himself so that Laurence was right between his long, brown legs. He slowly unbuttoned his white semi-casual dress shirt let it fall off his somewhat sloped shoulders. As Laurence positioned his dick upwards, Miles bent his knees, easing himself down. Pressed his hand on Laurence’s chest, steadying the descent.