Page 18 of His Cruelest Moves

“If I met you, no way would I be fighting you.”

“I hope not. Maybe some other from of physical… action?” Alex got up and went and stood in front of Isard. “So, just to be clear, our professional relationship is over?”

“Quite done,” said Isard, reaching for his sash and untying it.

“And you no longer have to run off to be a good boy for your film director?” Alex asked, letting his red robe slip from his shoulders and fall to the floor. His muscles gleamed from the sweat of their workout in the deep twilight, helped by the reflection from the fairy lights.

“I’m now free to be a total bad boy,” smiled Isard, letting his hands run lightly over Alex’s burnished pecs and abs, before his hands dropped to the drawstring on his trousers, undoing the bow. “Let’s hope we’re not rudely interrupted.”

Alex’s trousers dropped to the floor, revealing his strong thighs, and his cock, already swelling, encased in a pair of sheer pale-blue boxer briefs. Alex flexed his arms, letting Isard admire his gym-worked body for a few moments. He looked out at the Barcelona cityscape around them and down at the port, all the boat masts lit up in the dark like a Christmas celebration.

“The coast looks clear,” he said. “No balcony close enough to see what we’re doing, not in the dusk anyway.”

Then he reached forward and pulled Isard’s tee-shirt over his head. Isard leaned into him, his lips and fingers finding Alex’s nipples, beginning to tweak and tease them with his lips. As he did so, he stood up from the chair, exploring Alex’s torso again with his hands. Alex raised his arms, linking his fingers behind his head, and just stood there, grinning like a cat that got the cream.

“Ah, yes!” sighed Isard, as he plunged his face into Alex’s sweaty pit, inhaling deeply, licking, and sucking the wiry thatch of hair under his arms.

Alex swiveled his torso, loving his role as the distant sex god, allowing Isard access to his other pit. Isard went in there hungrily, even as his hands were fumbling at his own waist, undoing the drawstring on the loose cotton pants he’d worn for their Wing Chun session. They dropped to reveal his hard cock rebelling against a pair of bright-orange elastic cotton briefs, offering a bulging paquet.

“Mmm,” murmured Alex. “There’s a package that needs unwrapping.”

“I didn’t want to embarrass myself risk getting an erection while we were working out,” Isard admitted. “My cock sticks straight out when it gets hard, so I wore the tightest briefs I own.”

“Yeah, they look hot,” Alex said, stroking Isard’s warm bulge through the springy material.

They moved closer to each other, rubbing their bursting paquets through their underwear, Alex’s dark skin in his pale-blue boxer briefs against Isard’s creamy complexion wearing those tight rescue-orange briefs.

“Sorry,” Alex said, grabbing the waistband of Isard’s briefs and pulling down. “I feel too much pity for your cock trapped like that.

Isard’s long dick sprang free and Alex dropped to his knees. Opening his mouth, he took it into his throat. Isard gasped.

“I thought you said you…”

“I told you I’d never had a boyfriend,” he said, pulling away for a moment. “Done stuff with guys, yeah, sure I have.”

He went back to sucking, leaving Isard to sigh, his hands gently holding Alex’s head, fingers caressing his dark spiky hair. Alex worked his tongue and throat slowly up and down the shaft, choking slightly as he tried to plunge down its full length, then clamping his lips tightly as he came back up. Isard bucked his slim hips, reveling in the hot action. As Alex came right up, his lips and tongue just teasing the pointed tip, Isard linked his hands behind Alex’s head, pulling him down again onto his hard dick. And so they went, establishing a rhythm until Isard froze, let out a cry and pulled back.

“What? Who is it?” Alex asked.

“No one. Sorry, I’m close to cumming. I don’t want to cum yet,” he whispered.

Alex stood up, while his fingertips still kept tracing the underside of Isard’s sensitive cock lightly. Isard gasped but held himself in, willing himself not to explode.

“Whew,” Alex said, leaning against the table. “Don’t scare me like that. I thought your dad might have appeared. But knowing he’s definitely not around, let’s finish what we started.” And he pointed to the floor between his feet.

Isard sank down onto his knees hungrily, and eagerly thrust his face into Alex’s crotch, inhaling deeply and sighing at the strong smell of sweat and musk from his groin. “Oh yeah,”he sighed, beginning to lick Alex’s firm cock, which was sticking up straight, through his underwear. He buried his nose into the crease between his thigh and his groin, sniffing and exploring with his tongue. Finally, he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, pulling slowly down, gently and reverently revealing Alex’s fat cock and balls, the second time he’d had them before his face.

“I’ve missed this,” murmured Alex. “You have no idea how much.”

But Isard was paying no attention to Alex’s words, rather to his cock, letting his tongue flick up and down its length, and also exploring his compact balls, causing Alex to sigh loudly. Gently he circled the large head with his lips, tickling the underside with his tongue, then licking his lips to moisten them, before taking it deeper. Alex sighed as Isard took him down his throat and began to suck him slowly and deeply, hoping to do as good a job as Alex had done to him. Alex grabbed his scalp between both hands, guiding him in, then holding him down there, so his cock plunged deep down his throat, forcing Isard’s chin into his balls and his nose into his pubes. Alex held him firmly that way for a long moment, before Isard began to struggle for air, desperate not to choke. Just as he began to splutter uncontrollably, Alex released him, letting him draw back and get his breath back. His eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

“Too much?” Alex asked, smiling cruelly. “You said you liked it kinky.”

Isard shook his head. “That felt great. More….”

He began to lick around the wide head of Alex’s cock again, flicking his tongue on the underside, down the shaft, and licking his balls, sucking them into his mouth. He swallowed, trying to prepare himself for what was coming. Then, as Alex increased the pressure against the back of his head, he took a deep breath and went down again, right to the roots, the way Alex liked it. It felt dirty but fun doing this, taking himself to the limit of what his lungs and throat could handle. Alex kept the pressure firmly on the back of his scalp, not letting him escape until he was good and ready. When Isard began to choke and splutter, Alex just sighed:

“Oh, that feels amazing,” he breathed.