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"The Long and Slow "Written By: Presser Pairings : 1x2 Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : really graphic sex "The Long and Slow" Diary entry, 03.07.2006 Sorry to praise myself here, but -- well, I don’t know how good this is, I just know writing it’s got me so goddamn horny I’m trembling. You’ll see why in a minute. Sure wish my boyfriend was gonna be in the bed with me tonight. So here’s my little description of my best-ever orgasm with Duo, my lover, my life partner, and the best little private whore this side of Andromeda. ---------------- “Fuck me, Heero. Please, god, just -- just fuck me.” Duo laying below me, sweating, gleaming, moonlight slatted across his abs in a cheap hotel room. His face in pain and pleasure, all mixed together. His auburn hair curtained across cheap poly pillows, thin, thin and worn. Deep purple eyes, impossibly violet. Lips parted, short, needy pants scrabbling over them. His tits -- he has really big nipples, succulent -- suck-u-lent -- and tender -- they rose, fell, rose, fell -- god, but I almost came just watching him writhe beneath me. I had teased him long enough. Twenty-five minutes, as close to pure torture as I could make it. Simple, really. I pretended my fingers, my tongue, my hair, messy plain brown hair, all of it was feathers. Light touch, over and over again. Close to the cock, but never quite, q.u.i.t.e. touching it. Didn’t let him touch himself. When he tried, I tied his hands against the bedposts. Did you know that simple breathing against the flesh can drive a boy wild? I played with him. At one point he shivered, but I hadn’t done anything. I looked down and found that my own hard cock had dripped precum on his thigh. I dragged a fingernail -- nothing more -- through the dollop there, and then dragged it down the seam of his testicles. His thighs and buttocks tensed, then trembled. He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, a high, whining, pleading sound. So finally I was ready -- more than ready. I put my hands on his hips, and they rose to meet me. He knew by the way I touched him more firmly that I was ready. I spread his legs. He opened his eyes. “Fuck me, Heero. Please, god, just -- just fuck me.” By the time he said that, we both were insensate. I realized all of a sudden that my own cock was dripping, weaping, aching, twitching. I was actually afraid that just entering him would set me off. I closed my own eyes and bit my lower lip. “Hold on,” I told myself. “You can do this.” I put my finger in my mouth -- precum was salty and
thin -- and swirled my tongue around it. Wet with my saliva, I brought
it out, God, the sounds he made! Puppy, kitten, wiggling, butt wiggling, his sac sighing . . . Fuck me, if I’m not hard and dripping right now at my writing desk, just remembering that night. So here it was: I eased hands under thighs and lifted gently. Took my cock in my hand and tried not to squeeze. Rubbed the head against his asslips. God, but my own thighs trembled. Teenage hormones are the sweetest wine on the earth. Fucking rock in a pipe. Couldn’t have been higher if you had injected heroin straight into my balls. So I pushed in, just the head. He moaned that kitten sound. I grunted like a bonobo. The more I held back, the greater the pleasure. I honestly thought I was gonna pass out from the sheer goddamn fucking electricity fuzzing the inside of my balls. When I pressed in, the heat of him -- goddamn -- the silk of him -- the fucking pleasure made me dizzy. I looked down and saw him writhing, begging, his nipples begging. His hair was scattered over his face, all strewn down his face, his chest. For some reason the moonlight caught the tiny infant hairs in the hollow between his pecs, auburn down. I didn’t need to wait until he adjusted. We had done this often enough that his ass knew just what to expect from my cock. Except tonight. Tonight was different. I’m a pounder, and proud of it. Guess it comes from being the “man” in the family. Gotta keep the macho going, you know? But I had promised Duo we’d do it the Trowa way. He called it “the long and slow” -- he took the line from some fic on the 1x2ml, I think. Whatever that is. So there I was, over Duo, moonlight between us, his fucking pale cream flesh, his strawberry yogurt nipples undulating below me. My cock in him, finally, finally, finally. Then I moved. We both shuddered. I gonna run out of words soon, just like I ran out of thought. The cliches all apply here, you know. Time stopped. Light, heat, explosion -- but an explosion like nothing I’d ever experienced. I moved so slow, so slow. Trembling. My thighs fucking trembling. You have any idea what the inside of a young boy’s cock goes through in the few moments before ejaculation? I told you I’d run out of words. White. Heat. Volts through the deep nerves in my legs. Did you know that’s where it is? In the thighs, just inside. They run down from the buttocks, these nerves. Split at the base of the spine, snake through the testes, skirt the join of the thighs and ass, and descend like a miner’s lift, grinding, grinding. Mine filled with a viscous electricity. Over -- -- load. Brain, cock, balls, thighs, nerves, trembling, fucking slow, fucking slow fuckingovertheedge Did you know boys can do something sort of like a multiple orgasm? It’s called edging. You pump, and when you feel your balls draw up, when you feel it coiling in you, rising, rising -- -- then you let it get to the inside of the glans, the head. If you’re good, you can let it get to the tip and then you pull back. The first time I did it was amazing -- and clumsy. Undershot. Got to the edge and then backed off too far,
lost it. Didn’t matter how hard and fast I pumped myself after
that. I just A soft cock that hasn’t had a release -- well,
you have no idea how frustrating that can be. The inside of your penis
-- the little Fuck. But practice, practice. That’s the key. The night I slowfucked Duo I had done my homework. Done my practice. I got close, then closer. Let - yes, let -- I controlled
it then -- the cum rise in my penis. It got two thirds up the shaft
and then I Well, that’s not quite it. It does rise and fall, and you have to keep letting
it go a bit higher each time. That’s the only way to keep it
from abating and So enough of the technical, okay? Duo below me. Nipples. Can you tell I have a pet fetish? Fucking nipples like rose-colored plums. My cock in him, barely sliding in and out. Both of us shaking so hard, straining so hard to keep from cuming. The fluid in my cock rising, falling, rising. Here’s the thing. When you finally let it go, it
wants to dash forward. Like it’s been under water for too long
and needs a breath It rushes. I learned this from Wufei: when it starts to leave the tip, when the feeling overtakes you, totally let go. Back off. Completely stop. What happens is different each time, but it’s similar enough from time to time that I can describe it. That is if I can keep my panties in place. What happened that night was the best. I came, and stopped right in the middle of the climax. Imagine a slo mo vid, where each frame is slower than the last, until just at the moment of the spurt the frame freezes. I told you time stops. No way to tell how long that moment lasts. But it’s too good to last for long. However long it is, it’s not long enough. Like the fucking rock, it is. Like heroin fucking injected straight into the center of both balls simultaneously. And then the film lets go. Real time. The cock -- my cock -- it spasms. The muscles down there all moved the way -- sorry, this is gonna be crude, but it’s the only way I know how to describe it -- the muscles in my cock moved the way my bowels do when it’s hard to push it out. Long, slow, hard. God, but Trowa’s fucking killing me with this technique. I thought my cock was gonna turn inside out. Just about did, to judge by the way it felt. Apparently this wasn’t lost on Duo. He tells me he can feel my cum shoot up his ass, and that it’s a trigger for him. Well, this time the cum flowed like thick motor oil. Didn’t spurt, it slid. Sort of like hand cream out of a squeeze bottle. I grabbed his cock and squeezed. Thick ropes of salty milk popped free of his tip. I let go of his cock and tried to catch it, even though I was close to passing out. Gee whiz, but I don’t know what else to say. I’m exhausted just remembering this. After I finish up with this memoir I’m headed for the bathroom for a trip down memory lane with me and Mister Hand. So yeah, there it is. I could tell you about the afterglow, how I collapsed on him, our chests slick with musk. How I rubbed his cum against his abs with mine. How I nuzzled his neck with my nose, and he wrapped his arms around the muscles of my back. But I’m exhausted, like I said. So yeah, there it is: the night I slowfucked Duo. Hope you have a similar experience one day. Believe me, it’s worth it, so very very worth it. Fin
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