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A spring evening, warm wind languishing down the streets, tossing the leaves
from a long winter into a doorway. We stroll along among the many people out
enjoying the night. Turning in at the brownstone, we pull up short in the
doorway for a quick kiss. Mmmmmmm, I started to pull away but your hand came up
and slid behind my head, tugging, bringing me back down. We chuckled and our
teeth clicked. I slid past your lips, past your soft cheek and on to your ear.
What delicacies are your ears, tender whorls inviting me deeper into a trance.
The words come easily to my lips. I tell you in a whispered urgent tone of my
love. My hands on your ribs feel your breath rising and falling, catching with
the words. How I do want you, in an urgent way in the doorway of this apartment
building, people walking by close, talking. I come back to the reality of your
palm against my chest, my thumbs against your nipples, my fingertips resting
lightly on your sensitive ribs, breath heaving. We sigh and part, the spell
broken for now. 
Running up the stairs, laughing, ringing the bell, and being swept into a party
already in progress. The noise, the heat, the heavy aromas of so many bodies,
so much perfume, and smoke and other more animal odors of people in heat. Like
a wash it hits me and I struggle with the power of it. Nasty comes my mood,
with a feeling in my teeth of wanting to bite. I go into the living room. 

It's great to see all the people again. It's been a while since we got together
and the conversation flows fast, the jokes and the taunts and the barbs, blood
pressure raised quickly and just as quickly dropped. 

The hours pass in human time until midnight chimes. I raise my head to scent
you.... in the kitchen, out of all the odors, I follow yours. Pushing past the
press of people in the hall. The feel of bodies pressing close for that
tantalizing instant, a hand on the shoulder takes on such power, the gentle
slide of fingers on lightly covered flesh. A hand strokes me as I go past, I
flatten myself against the silk covered torso, up against the wall. My hunger
flares as I bear down on the hips, pulling them to me, the sudden intake of
breath at the feel of my swelling desire. I break the clinch and swipe the back
of my hand over the lips and teeth that are bared in front of me. A hand
truculently grips my balls and I rotate my hips in longing. Moving on into the
kitchen, I cast my thoughts ahead to excite you. 


Sure enough you hear me come through the door, though I make no sound audible
to the human ear, and certainly none distinguishable in this din. I can see the
shake of your head, then your shoulders sway. The movement travels down that
delightful spine, the muscles of your back that have arched so often above me
and beneath me. Your hips start to sway just as I come up close and press
against you. You push back, distracted, missing a cue in your conversation. 

Embarrassed, you half turn and playfully slap at my hands which have circled
your waist. Trying to draw me into the conversation, unsuccessful, you turn and
see the half smile about my lips and the come-on look in my eyes. Come on, come
on, come on, come onto my stiff cock you delicious lover. Come with great
gasping breaths while you lock me in with your desire. Desire sparks desire,
mine and yours. You bite your lip. I lean forward as if to whisper in your ear,
but all I do is groan, and turn away. Torn by the need to seduce the delicious
green eyed beauty you were talking to, and the need to, to, to, Ohhhh Damn!
Just the need to be with a lover who has laboured long and hard to show you
some ecstasy. 

I'm already passing back through the horde, smiling, grinning, lips touching,
good night! Goodnight! See yas later, eh? 


I mentally tug on the cord tied to your crotch. The others knotted about your
nipples. Through the mass of flesh I feel you move to follow, leaving, the
green eyes follow you hungrily. 

I grab my long coat and go out on the balcony for a breath of air, the party
just inches away behind the sheer curtains. The sound fades as I draw a deep
clear breath. I lean over the railing to see the people on the street just a
few feet below. A swish of the curtains, a temporary blocking of the sound as
you come through the door and put your arms around my waist, leaning your cheek
on my back, moulding yourself against my buttocks. I don't move, frozen,
waiting to see what will happen. Your hands have such a life of their own,
strong and soft, slipping inside my coat, inside my shirt, tweaking me,
stroking, sliding inside the cotton. They slide to the sides of my hips and
grip me lightly almost carelessly, then snake sensuously inside the pockets of
my slacks. Uuuuunh! What a grip, tender, strong, light. I would go far for a
grip like that, teasing me out here on the balcony with the party behind us and
the people below. Your fingers slide delicately over my erection, teasing......
back and forth, up and around. 


I feel you shiver and realize you are just wearing your shirt against the cool
night. You turn me around and face to face, you stand inside the folds of my
long warm coat. Our breaths turn instantly to steam. You press a finger to my
lips, then with a teasing smile and a pat to my pressure point you turn to bend
over the railing, your back to me inside my coat that hangs nearly to my
ankles. I laugh and slide my hands in your pockets. You reaction is swift,
bending your knees, rubbing the crease of your bum up and down against me,
spreading your knees to give me access to the delights of your musky dampened
crotch. 

My fingers slide over your backthrust hips, down the inside of your thighs,
teasing, then return to your belt. I can hear your breath catch as I undo the
catch of your pants. They are so roomy, I can slide my hand down inside to
tantalize your bare thighs. You arch your back lower, raising your hips in that
unmistakable rutting movement, a gentle roll in time with my fingers sliding,
pressing, gripping you through your underwear. Your pants fall in a puddle
around your ankles and you gasp as the cool night air puffs kisses against your
dampness. Oh, so ready to get fucked. I grasp your underwear, pull it down
slightly until I can move it to the side. My cock springs easily from it's
confines, and I let go for the few seconds it takes to lubricate and slip on a
condom. You shiver in cold, and at the thought of the latex. I don't delay,
since you are already hyped. 

I guide my charger to your opening. Damn, the underwear gets in the way.
Frustrated, I take out my clasp knife and cut through the flimsy material. It
falls in tatters inside the puddle of your pants. Gripping the nape of your
neck with my left hand, and my erection with my right, I bend my knees and nose
it up inside you. You grunt and flex your knees to take it in. Your back arches
down. My hand entwines your hair to pull back your neck. You are shaking with
the urge to be driven. Slowly, you are opening to accommodate my length. I slap
your hip with my open hand, and reach around in front to feel your desire.
Grabbing you hard and forcing you back with my fingers, I slide all inside you.
The warmth of your buttery buns pressing against my stomach. 



I lean forward, still holding back your head, and my teeth graze the straining
side of your neck. You wince and jerk at the pain, but there is nowhere to move
to. I have you right where I want you, spread open, split naked in front of me,
hot and panting, skewered on my stiff poker, ready for the serious stuff. You
start as a voice sounds from the party inside but I tighten my grip, flexing my
knees and take a newer deeper thrust. The slippery juice of our rut is matting
the hair above my cock and on my balls. I feel it on the inside of your thighs
when I press there with my long fingers. I lean closer over you, pressing you
into the railing, moving inside you now and using my hand and fingers at the
same time. Your sleek muscles grip me and you move as if to rise up again. I
growl and sink my teeth into the back of your neck. My hand that held your hair
slides up under your shirt and squeezes your nipples in time to my grinding
fingers and crotch. I see your eyes staring blindly at the passersby on the
street below, your mouth slack, your whole body tensed, pleading, anguished,
pleading to be taken over the edge, your lower opening welcomes me. Aaah! The
voices only inches behind us and I feel you start to quake, to shake, to squirm
your ass gainst my belly, grabbing my hand and using it on your crotch to fully
satisfy your lust. 

I growl against you one last time, then slowly relax my grip. My hands ache
with the tension, my knees are weak, I slump over you, my cheek on your
shoulder. My erection recedes and falls out with a silent plop. You realize
your nakedness and bend to draw up your pants. I remove the condom into a
kleenex and stuff it into my pocket. I slip my half-hard member back inside my
pants and zip them up. You turn from your re- dressing and close your teeth on
my collarbone. Turning your head coyly to the side you look so inviting. I know
you are thinking of the green eyes in the kitchen and the long night before the
dawn ahead. 

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End of Brownstones and Balconies

 


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