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   purely fantasy.  The majority of my fiction thus far revolves around
Peter

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   fiction's will be posted soon, The Strokes amongst others.  There are

   homo-erotic themes as well as some BDSM.  Feel free to get in touch if
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   Carl looked at Pete dumbstruck, his eyes fixed on the shameless display
in front of him ...he felt his own cock twitch involuntarily in response.
"For ...gods...sake...Pete" he complained in utter disgust.  His voice
raising an octave as panic set in.  He rolled onto his side and away from
Pete, clutching at the stained sheet A) to try and hide the sudden tenting
beneath it and B) to try and blot out the obscene visual ..."Go to fucking
bed will you" ..Uncomfortably sliding a hand down to cover his cock which
was betraying him to the max!  (Why now??  why nowwwwwwww?) "Just ...go to
fucking bed?" he whined...

   "Nope...I don't think so Carrrlosssss" Pete mused in his teasing
sing-song tone that he saved especially for moments like this , rolling the
r seductively and meandering across the room to the side of the bed " We
..my little Biggle's...  have some unfinished business I think
"...positioning himself directly in line with Carls face ,so as he looked
up at him his first sight was Pete's denim clad bulge.

   Carl scowled; blowing a stray lock of dirty hair from his lucid blue
pools then closed them again... silently wishing Pete away (..Go.  Just go
...and....let me get rid of -this-... (Squeezing his own erection under the
covers, irritated at his own lack of control)...the sound of a zipper
coming down caused his eyes to snap back open just in time to watch Pete
reach inside his jeans and ease his cock out of the denim prison.

   Carl sucked in a deep breath; he tried to look away, tried!!!  He
couldn't, he just stared...frozen... as Pete's grubby stained fingers
wrapped themselves around the length.  Carl glanced up at him wearing a
dumbfounded "what-the-fuck!?  " expression, only to be met by Pete
thrusting his hips forward to give him a better view as his thumb slipped
up and over the swollen head of his erection ..Sweeping the seeping pre-cum
that was already leaking over the shiny surface and drawing his hand back
down to the base of what Carl couldn't fail to notice was a very impressive
length!

   Pete was putting on a very slow deliberate show for Carl... stroking
slowly ..." Carl.  You kissed me...Carl...tell me you didn't like it?  Tell
me you didn't?  And I'll stop..., cuz...see I know you did cause you
slipped me the tongue." Pete grinned (Carl grimaced, remembering it all too
clearly...but he was drunk.  You know what its like?! ..One thing leads to
another and...) Pete's voice sliced through his thoughts..." That wasn't a
peck on the cheek was it Carlos?  Wasn't a friendly kiss...you were as hard
as I was...as hard as I am NOW...dont you remember?  Yeah...ok...you were
drunk, SO WHAT!?" (Now he was talking aloud but to himself more than
anything) "All the times I've laid awake in that bed next door thinking of
you ...just the other side of the wall..." his breath was starting to come
in shallow bursts now ...panting..  " Thinking of your hand...on this cock
...my cock"...panting ...he stopped a second just to show it in all its
aroused glory ..."This COCK ...wants you, no ...no NEEDS you Carl " Pete
was practically fucking purring now...and Carl had never seen him quite so
out of control before no matter what he had stuck up his nose or in his
veins...

   All the while Carls own hand was still subconsciously moving under the
sheets, despite himself...in the midst of such a blatant sexual display he
was becoming achingly turned on, he'd always known there was something
there , course he had!  He would have had to have been dead to deny it, but
such open exhibitionism, such outright confessions in such a short space of
time was making his head swim...

   He watched silently as Pete's fingers closed back over his cock, he was
masturbating fast and hard now...bending his knees on occasion and leaning
over Carls face now and then, treating Carl like some kind of cheap slut
from a seedy porn flick.  Carl tried rather helplessly to turn his head...
the head of Pete's cock was now so close to him he could fucking smell it
"Tell me to fuck off then Carl .." Pete spat... breaking the silence...
noting Carls feeble attempts to resist...but... he also noted Carls hand
moving under the thread bare sheet and he knew he had him ,he knew full
well he wouldn't stop him now , he knew he simply couldn't.

   Grinning he swiftly leaned forward and took the chance he'd been waiting
for to swipe the sheet off

   His dark eyes settled on Carls exposed arousal , a cheeky satisfied grin
spreading slowly across his face as the defenceless Carl protested only
momentarily (what were his options right now?  , to get up and kick the
hell out of the cheeky cunt..Or to...) before giving himself up to the
moment.  Pete knelt on the bed...feeling the mattress dip...and leaned in
to press the hard heat of his cock softly against his Carls
flesh...pressing it teasingly against his cheek.  Carl flinched from the
first contact, feeling an odd mix of lust and nausea as his stomach knotted
tightly.

   Whilst Carl was still contemplating his situation Pete took the
opportunity to reach down and slowly cover Carls hand with his own fingers,
squeezing them and persuading Carls own to move in a firmer and more
definite rhythm.  Carl let out an audible gasp..."OooGod " the sensation
not having time to really register before Pete removed his hand and
replaced it completely with his own...he watched Carl's body shudder
violently with a great deal of satisfaction then glanced up to his face
taking in the familiar contours he knew them so well.  Now they were
contorted with an animalistic lust, an expression unfamiliar to Pete
outside of his fantasies.., he looked...thought Pete..  More beautiful than
ever...this was the moment he had been living for, for years.  Nothing had
ever felt this right, Kate?  Who the fuck was Kate?  Sure put all that shit
in perspective, he mused... nothing could compare to this, and he had known
it wouldn't.

   He let his fingers slide into sweaty tangle of Carls hair...softly but
firmly guiding his head side ward's towards him ...towards his
cock.....growling softly in the back of his throat as he simultaneously
pushed the tip of his cock against those lips for the first time..  "Come
on ..." he urged ...almost to himself.  Carl's eyes were clamped tightly
shut now, seemingly lost in this fucked up dream like experience "Open for
me Carl ...open your eyes ...and ...your ...mouth...I want you I want this,
always wanted this..." Pete's voice trailed off...and feeling Carls hips
rise at his words... he worked his fist faster over his cock...( Yessss!..
you FUCK ..I gotcha' now) ...

   Grinning triumphantly he pushed his own hips forward...his cock jabbing
at Carls lips urging them to open... (Jab jab jab) ...  painting Carls
famous pout with his leakage, twisting his fist over his cock and pausing a
second before continuing his unyielding assault on him forcing Carl to emit
a low moan...his mouth opening just wide enough for Pete to seize the
opportunity of pushing his throbbing cockhead inside the warm cavern...he
shuddered blissfully at the warm wetness surrounding his flesh and the
added thrill of the vibration Carls groaning gave his invasive shaft,
heightening his arousal.

   Carl was trying to pull back ...but with Pete's hand behind his head
holding him there, easier said than done! ...unsure what to do...bringing
his hand up and making contact with another mans cock (Pete's cock ...PETES
COCK!!  oh ...god) for the first time he held the base and eased his mouth
away ...looking at it like it was some of alien object, sliding his tongue
over his lips acquainting himself with the taste, glancing up at Pete,
fixing his eyes steadily..then licking attentively ...licking around......
(Fuck it!  He figured....fuck it... ...done it now!  No turning back now
sunshine...).  Pete's eyes rolled back" oh yesssssss carlllllllllllllllll"
he hissed" lick it...suck IT...suck it for me ...please god...fuck... in
your mouth".

   Carl couldn't refuse him, and the shock and realization that he didn't
actually want to at this point made him feel deliciously dirty....pressing
his lips down the length he experimented ..hallowing his cheeks and sucking
softly...Pete let out a low guttural growl, hearing this Carl sucked harder
..."oh you fucker!  You lovely...beautiful...fucker...yeahhhh" Pete was in
heaven, his hips were were on auto pilot moving by themselves.  Jabbing
...pulling back...the hand in Carl's hair now twisting to fist it tightly,
causing Carl to wince...pulling Carls mouth back and forth onto his cock."
You gonna cum for me, Carlos?"...he whispered breathlessly looking down at
the most erotic sight he'd ever seen ...his fist twisted over Carls cock
once again and stroked with renewed vigour.

   Carl was fucking his hips up wildly, bucking upwards to meet Pete's
strokes, unable to respond with his mouth stuffed so full of Pete.  "I want
you to ...cum ...over my fist ... I wanna taste it ...lick it , taste you
...swallow you " Pete panted lewdly ( Carl always knew Pete was good with
words , but fuck me , if he somehow failed to make it in the music business
he was sure he could get a job on one of those phone sex lines!  He was
pure filth!)....

   Pete held Carl against his stomach a moment...forcing his cock deeper
into his throat... feeling the tight muscles at the back contract.  Carl
was gagging... pulling back slightly he allowed Carl to draw a
breath...only to jam it in again mercilessly

   Far from being a turn off for Carl, the rough treatment he was receiving
seemed to be exciting him more than ever.  A fire lit in Pete's groin and
he slowed down, lazily sliding his cock in and out as he watched Carl lose
control... He'd picked up on the effect his words had already had on Carl
and decided to abuse this weakness to its fullest "...you like it don't
you! You dirty cunt" ...hahah... Pete was laughing now... wildly, in an
almost demented manner "you know what Carlos?" he sung...not giving Carl a
chance to respond "I was going to have you tonight, I'd already made up my
mind, one way or another "...he leaned down his voice dropping to a whisper
..." I'd have raped you ....if I'd had to.." .he winked teasingly at Carl,
leaving him to wonder if he'd actually meant that.

   Then he was back laughing....fucking ....laughing ...sweating ..."My
Carl likes his throat fucked ...nice... and...  deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep"
...holding his cock to the back of Carls throat as he spat out the last
word...Carl struggled momentarily ...panic rising in his stomach as he
fought to breathe ...Pete pulled back out ...

   (Pete was right, his words had, had a major effect on Carl, now he knew
what it felt like to be used, he felt used and violated, and oh and fucking
hell it felt good..What the fuck??  And what was that Pete had just said??
.."My Carl "...HIS Carl!  The impact of those words sent him dangerously
close to the edge)

   Again Pete's voice startled him out of dwelling on that for too much
longer...

   "Hold out your tongue Carlos" Pete demanded matter-of-factly...flushed
...Carl, opened his mouth almost robotically and blinked awestruck up as
Pete started to stroke his cock against his lips ...tapping the heavy
weight of it against his tongue teasingly once or twice ...his other hand
still working carls own erection expertly " ..ready Carl?" he whispered
arching a brow ..." are you ready?  Cuz....I'm go...gonna...I'm
gon....openopenyourfuckingmouthwidecummingggggggggggg.  "He winced,
beautiful dark eyes clenching tightly as the first molten rope of his
orgasm gushed from his cock, snapping them open quickly to aim at his
target, arching his hips his jaw slack ... perspiration dripping from the
tip of his nose.., the first jet landing with all the precision of a
marksman on Carls tongue ....head swimming..  he felt the heat of Carls own
orgasm erupt over his pumping fist.

   Carl cried out and found himself gurgling on the fluid... Pete thrust
forward and slid the length of his still twitching cock deep back into
carls throat, pushing his seed down ( no ...swallow IT!  ) not allowing
Carl the opportunity to spit it out, unloading himself again and again ,
Carl however didn't need to be told, he sucked hungrily , draining him ..
pulling every last drop from his aching balls...Pete's legs shook
uncontrollably " nugggghhh oh ....my ...fuckinggggggg ...godddddddddddd"

   What felt like a lifetime but in reality was probably only a minute or
so had passed ...the catching of breath and sighs of contentment filled the
half darkness of the room ..the scent of sex now hung heavily in the
air...Pete eased himself up and off the bed ...raking long fingers through
his dark lock's, dipping to glance into the half broken mirror on the
makeshift bedside table next to the bed "( vain fucker , thought Carl ..At
a time like this!  He wouldn't have cared if his hair had turned green
quite honestly!  Shit he wouldn't of cared if it had all fallen
out!)...glancing from the mirror to at the shell shocked Carl, Pete grinned
softly, almost apologetically

   "I had to" he stated simply" wasn't that bad was it biggles?" he added,
almost as an after thought...

   Carl shook his head mutely, not trusting what might come out of his
mouth if he ventured to speak...he wanted to say "no ...it wasn't that bad
...it was fucking amazing , never felt so turned on ..  Never felt so..."
(But there was more, and as he eyed Peter ...watched him step into his
boxers and stumble in his clumsy but somehow always graceful
manner...yanking his jeans back up, Carl felt something inside him ache for
..this lanky... fragile creature who had just given him the orgasm of a
lifetime to put his arms around him , his eyes roamed Pete's body taking in
every inch of him, trying to suss out exactly what the sickly feeling he
was experiencing now could be ..  (Shame?  nah ...wasn't that... then
...what the fu.....?) he frowned.  And now his head was all fucked up
again, ugh!  (Light bulb moment) It hit him like a bolt of
lightning...feelings...for a guy?  Sex is sex but ...feelings?  For a GUY!
Pete dipped, once again snatching Carl from his own world altering
revelations and popped a light kiss on his still numb and sticky
lips...Carl felt his lips parting almost of their own accord to accommodate
Pete's warm and curious probing tounge...heart racing, he reached up behind
Pete's head and slid his fingers into that unruly hair, pulling him closer,
urgently..  Crushing his lips almost painfully against his own... unable to
get close enough.....  (What the hell?) ..He felt his cock twitch, trying
against all odds to come back to life (not possible!  not so soon ...what
the fuck was going on???)... and he knew Pete had felt it too because some
kind of telepathic second in time had just passed between them .Pete
chuckled into the kiss... and pulled back, his ever expressive eyes
searching Carl's own... knowing without words what had just happened....was
only ever a case of what was always going to happen, at some point.

   Smiling, Pete stood and made his way back to his own room...knowing for
the first time since they'd met, he would sleep safe in the knowledge that
they were one step close to arcadia

   "ninite biggles"..  He called through the wall, grinning

   then to himself...

   "Love you" barely a whisper