It was almost midnight when the knocking on the door was heard. Forent, half asleep, opened his eyes, annoyed by the noise. The boxes from the store where he had spent a good part of the afternoon were still under his arm, marking his skin with lines. Next to the bed, a half-full glass of water teetered at the edge of the nightstand alongside some cigarettes and a nearly empty bottle of fernet. The fan was spinning loudly, but it couldn't cool down the room.A second blow on the door made him jump up suddenly. He cleared the boxes off the bed and turned off the fan with the remote control. 'Pass,' he said out loud.
The door opened and Gretto appeared, leaning against the frame with a twisted smile, her eyes shining with a mix of mischief and fatigue. She was wearing an unbuttoned shirt that revealed her tattooed torso, dark cowboy pants, and worn-out boots. That typical look of porteños, always so casual, thought Forent with a smile. The shirt was white, but everything else about him screamed the opposite.
Greto took off her boots at the entrance, letting them fall to the floor without care, and approached Forent, sliding under the sheets as if it were his usual place. Her cold hands from the street wind found Forent's leg, lightly squeezing it. Forent made room for her, opening his legs for Greto to get closer, while he gave her a soft kiss on the neck, near the jawline.
—Hey, buddy, did I surprise you? —said Gretto, with that typical Argentine drawl from Buenos Aires.
Forent smiled. His Mexican accent felt out of place beside him, but he loved it. —A little— replied Forent, giving him a kiss on the lips.
Greto laughed between teeth and kissed him back, her lips moving with the experience of one who has seduced many times. The contrast between both was always evident; Forent, so careful about his appearance, and Greto, who lived day to day without worrying too much about hers.
—How much did you drink? —asked Forent, knowing that there had been some party last night.
Few drinks, nothing serious. I knew it was coming here so I took care of myself —Greto replied, sliding even closer to him, her hands already exploring the skin of his abdomen.
Don't lie to me, Gretto. I can smell you from here —said Forent with a smile while Gretto was laughing softly and started kissing his neck.
It doesn't matter, what matters is that I'm here now with you.
Forent sighed. —You should give yourself a shower, you're a mess.
—Do you want a shower? Do you want me to take a bath? —Greto looked at him with feigned surprise, but then rolled her eyes and slowly got up, unbuttoning her pants as she walked towards the bathroom.
When Greto disappeared behind the bathroom door, Forent seized the opportunity. He quickly got up and pulled out the two purple boxes he had hidden under the bed. A nervous laugh escaped his lips as he opened the first one.
He had gone into a lingerie store in the center of Buenos Aires and for some impulsive reason, he had ended up buying that underwear. He knew it would surprise him just as much as Gretto.
She took off her robe and started dressing with the contents of the box. First the bralette, a delicate red lace piece that almost seemed like a provocation. Then came the garter belt and stockings, which slid smoothly down her thighs as she tried not to make too much noise. The red color stood out provocatively against her brunette skin.
The sound of the shower ended and Forent hurried to finish the last details, putting on his underwear with a quick movement and hiding what was underneath his balls and cock as best he could. It wasn't perfect, but he knew Greto would take care of getting rid of the clothes soon.
When the bathroom door opened, Gretto came out with a towel around her waist, her wet hair falling on her forehead. She stopped when she saw Forent, who was now standing next to the bed, his bathrobe barely covering what he had underneath.
—And that? —Greta asked with a surprised smile while approaching slowly—. You're even more handsome than usual, doughnut.
Forent returned her gaze with playfulness, slightly opening the bathrobe so that Gret could see what she had on underneath. - I bought it for you... well, and for myself too, of course.Greto approached quickly, sliding her hand under the robe, feeling the fit between her fingers. —What bold... I like it —whispered before gently pushing Forent towards the bed, ready to enjoy a long night. —love... —Forent panted while Greto's ears softly brushed against the hollow behind his lobe—. Give me a second...Forent curses internally. They've rolled around the entire bed, and the other box has ended up under the opposite side. To reach it, he needs to get rid of Greto for a moment. Meanwhile, Greto, with his Argentine accent, says with a sly smile: 'Don't take too long' -and gives him a squeeze on the ass while Forent crawls on all fours.
Forent manages to pull the box out from under the bed and presents it to Gretto, straightening up and lowering his head with a slight inclination, as if he were offering something sacred.
Great looks at the box with curiosity and a half smile. —And what is this?
You'll have to open it to discover it, won't you?
Forent smiles, biting his lip. Greto doesn't need more words. Lift the lid and remove the paper covering the content. Now, Forent reveals the other side of the surprise: he wasn't going to be the only one dressed up tonight. Inside the box is a black piece of lace and strings, very similar to what Forent is using at that moment.
Greta shakes her head, showing an expression of surprise and delight as she laughs between her teeth. 'The dirty mother! You always manage to surprise me, don't you?'
It's part of the charm —Forent responds, reaching for the nightstand to take a red lip balm tube. He had kept it as part of the game, and while applying it to his lips, his eyes don't leave Greto, who watches each of his movements like a hunter stalking its prey. —I thought we could get along together. If you like the idea.
Groto arches an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. -- 'Partnership of couple', you said?
—Whatever comes to mind —Forent says, curling his legs under him, feline and expectant.
Greto observes the garment in her hands: a pair of black satin panties with decorative lace on the waistband. She laughs, her chipped tooth exposed. 'You're a son of a slut... but I love you,' she says as she runs her hand over Forent's leg, which is wearing nylon stockings. The simple touch causes Forent's body to shudder.
Doesn't he like what he sees? - Forent asks with a provocative tone.
Great lifts his gaze and his eyes sparkle with desire. —What makes you think otherwise?
With a smile, Forent approaches him closer. —Perhaps it's not just women's clothing —he whispers while guiding Greto's hand towards his groin. Still semi-erect, the contact makes his breathing accelerate, and Greto's fingers instinctively curve around him. Forent sighs softly.
Put on your lingerie and grab me, idiot, says Forent with a lecherous smile.
Greto, delighted to please, reclines on the bed, lifting his hips for Forent to put on the harness. Forent's hands tremble slightly as he secures the brooch at the back, his breathing becoming heavier with each movement. Then he tells Greto to lift his legs to slide off his stockings, and Greto does so without resisting, letting Forent enjoy the moment, knowing that what comes next will be even better.
Once Forent has finished, he steps back a bit to admire his work. Greto looks spectacular, although her ensemble isn't as extravagant as Forent's. He wears complete black briefs and smooth stockings, with no ornaments or bra. But against the pillows, Greto seems a perfect image of desire, his erection clearly marked under the devil's briefs.
You look incredible. So, so... Forent pauses for a moment, letting the word resonate - sexy.
Greta drums with her fingers on her thighs, looking for something to hold onto. —You say that because... —tries to start, but Forent doesn't let her finish.
Because it's true —Forent softly caressed her cheek, his finger tracing lines as if drawing on a canvas—. I love you, Greto.
Greto looks at Forent's eyes and smiles, his heart pounding with force in his chest. —I also love you, Forent. Very much. Now, tell me... —passes her hands around Forent, giving him a firm squeeze on the back—. What does my precious girl want tonight?
A shiver runs down Forent. —I want... —swallowing saliva while Greto inserts the tip of her index finger between her lips, leaving barely enough space to speak—. I want you to grab me.
Great smile with mischief. —I see. Do you want me to be able to walk tomorrow, or do you prefer that I break completely for you?
Forent lets out a laugh and gives him a pat on the thigh. —Grab me however you want, and then let's see if I can walk or not, huh?
Finally, Forent curls up in Greto's lap, and both lose themselves in the moment they've been waiting for all week. Their lips meet with urgency, kissing as if it were the last time. Forent absorbs everything: the taste of tobacco, the light touch of fernet on his tongue, the warmth of Greto's body against his.
Everything is so perfect, and it needs nothing more.
His bodies entwine, and as the kisses become more intense, Forent's red lip liner extends across his face, leaving stains on his neck and cheeks. Between their legs, his erection grows, and a small wet stain begins to appear on the satin panties.Break my stockings —whispers Forent with a mischievous smile, knowing that tonight, nothing will be too much. —God —says Greto—, you're an angel, Forent. She moves lower down, settling in comfortably. A moan escapes her mouth. —A fallen angel, perhaps. Greto laughs. —If you insist. —Draws circles on Forent's thighs—. Nah, I see you just as you are. You can act like the bad boy on the street, but really you're nothing more than my good boy, aren't you?He gives her a strong slap and Forent screams, squeezing Greto's shoulders. --God, take me. --In a minute, darling. Tired of waiting, Forent grabs Greto's hand, leading it to the back of his bralette, but Greto retires with a mischievous smile. --No way. --What? --No way. --Smiling with mischief--. I want you to take me with it on.
Forent feels his face burning up. If he didn't have the little self-control left, he would have already finished. --Is it on him? --Yes. All of it. A smile draws itself on Forent's face. He gives her a kiss on the corner of her lips, his heart about to burst out of his chest. --Then, I hope you'll keep yours too. And at least, hold me with your fingers first. Treat me like a lady, yes? --Whatever you want, love.
With an arm around the back of Forent, Greto puts him on the bed. Forent feels how Greto lifts his ass, lowering his underwear to his knees, then throwing them away along with his own in the corner of the room. Forent hopes that his preparation before Greto's arrival will pay off. Although he doesn't mind body hair too much, he always shaves for special occasions like this one. Except for a fine line from his navel, most of his skin is as smooth as silk. Happiness overwhelms him when Greto appreciates him, rubbing soft circles on his sides and lowering his mouth to Forent's nipples through the thin fabric.
—Oh, don't come, Greton.
A pre-seminal arc spills onto Forent's belly. With a sound of satisfaction, Greto slides her hand down further, guiding it towards the Mexican hole.
—Wait, wait —says Forent.
The Argentine stops, blinking at him.
—Look in one of the nightstand drawers, there.
Greto doesn't hide his pride on his face when he finds the vaseline bottle that Forent had hidden. He opens the lid and covers three of his fingers with it. Forent feels a bit ridiculous, stretched out with his penis, balls, and ass exposed.
—Hurry up —he makes a face.
The Argentine laughs, scolding him with a pinch on the nipple with his dry hand.
—Give me a second.
—As if I could wait a second —Forent responds.
It's a relief when Gretto finally puts a pillow under her butt and inserts a finger. -- Is it okay? -- Yes. -- Forent moves her hips, adjusting herself--. Yes, it feels good.
A little sensitive. I should have used a plug to keep myself open. Breathe deeply when Gretto introduces another finger. A hand on his thigh draws soft circles, reminding Forent of Gretto's presence as he adapts to the pressure. --Are you okay, my love? --Yes, Forent smiles.-- Go on...
Always attentive, Greto introduces more of his fingers. Forent's body envelops them, claiming or belonging to them, he can't know. --Greto... --Yes? --Can I... touch myself? Please. Greto nods. --Yes, of course, it's better not to be toxic.
With a grateful sigh, Forent puts his hands on the bralette, caressing her nipples while Greto works his fingers. His penis is red, throbbing between his legs. A new wave of excitement washes over him when the Argentine finds his prostate, eliciting a series of moans from the air. Now, it seems like the right moment for Greto to introduce a third finger, stretching it slowly. —All wet— murmurs Greto—. My beautiful girl, my slut.
The cock of Forent liberates a thick current of precum, which drips down his skin. That damn knows how to get it going. For the first time tonight -- but not for the first or last time in his life -- Forent is begging. -- Greto, please...
Greto sighs melodramatically, but removes his fingers. Forent gets up beside him, watching as Greto covers his penis with vaseline, the movement almost hypnotic.
—You're looking —says Greto.
—And do you blame me? It's not my fault that you are... so impressive, you have a cock of gods.
Greto growls.
—Something tells me you're not referring to my skills on the guitar when I play on the street.
What was the note?
Groan murmurs, guarding the lubricant. -- How do you want it, love? -- As you like it. Think for a moment and then says: -- Get on all fours then.
Forent obeys, throwing the sheets to the floor to give them a firm ground. It must seem like a disaster at that moment: his wet penis between her legs, her breasts poking out from under her top, her anus moist in full exhibition. But he doesn't care, not when it's for Greto. The mattress moves as Greto settles behind him. Forent throws a glance over his shoulder. Greto seems ethereal, with stockings and lingerie, the complete erection between her legs. All this, all for him.
Come on, tell me who you are, whispers Greto, running her hand through Forent's hair.
Forent swallows, knowing this will set the tone for everything.
I am...
Tell me, Greto insists.
I am... ah. Forent moans, feeling Greto's thick penis begin to press against his entrance—. I'm your good girl, your slut.
Greta smiles audibly, pushing deeper in. --And I'm so lucky. You're beautiful my slut. --he says, letting his head drop to kiss the back of Forent--. You're impressive my love.
Forent growls, rubbing against the front of Gret. -- Only scratch me now. -- Please, Mr. Gret.
Great smiles triumphantly and pushes all the way. —Good girl. Always yours, no?
He introduces it to him before leaving, leaving a shine of saliva on Greto's skin while looking for reactions. The only thing he gets are long and melancholic moans. He's doing well then; it's not like that helps his own excitement. He's tighter than ever, so tight it's almost painful, and the pre-ejaculate liquid has bloomed into a larger stain. He never ceases to be amazed at what one can do with the other.
God, Greta laughs, You love being a slut, don't you?
He moves away from Greto's penis for a moment, allowing it to jump out of his mouth. 'That's because I'm yours,' he says, then slides further down and runs his tongue over her balls again. It's always a sensitive spot for Greto; Forent loves the hair that surrounds them, the way they tense up when he licks a specific place. Maybe it's a bit exaggerated to think like this, but —the way they're so full, and all that is for him.
‘Groan,’ says Forent, his voice stumbling over a moan, ‘I'm going to come.’
Dear direct this to your own pace, Forent caresses Greto's ankle through her stockings, her large blue eyes meeting the browns. 'Just a little more,' promises.
Greto lets out another groan. This time he hesitates a bit, as if he couldn't decide between pleasure and frustration. However, Forent makes that decision for him. He wraps his lips around him again and draws him in. Forent is happy when he's on his knees, with his mouth full. He sucks cocks like it depends on his life. Never stops. He puts Greto back in completely, but slowly; he doesn't want Greto to come and then fall asleep while still hard and needed.
Calm down, I don't want that to happen, he says. Get me first.
That's the only invitation Greto needs. Forent barely has time to move, letting himself fall while Greto penetrates him. Forent's hips take him to the edge of pleasure. Greto is relentless, each stroke to his prostate making him contract. —Shit. It's a resonant and soft sound, but full of desperation. —Why weren't you my first virginity? He gives up before the wave of euphoria can knock him down, but his hips continue jumping, as if they are responsible for this delicacy, the dance of pleasure they have shared many times.
But this time it feels different. Stronger. His skin is burning, sweat is sliding down his forehead as he feels how Gretto starts to lose control. He's not the only one, and this time the struggle to not come is imminent.
Yes, Greto, more, I moan, and his words have a powerful effect. Greto moves faster, deeper, with almost savage focus.
—Oh, dirty slut.
Forent's neck stretches back, searching for Greto's smile. That's it. Please do it.
I'm going to come... I'm going to orgasm.
At that moment, he feels like the walls of his anus start to constrict, and although he doesn't know when or how, suddenly everything feels incredibly perfect.
Come here, love.
Greta's hips don't stop.
—Do you want it?
Forent nods. Please, let me have it, I need it.
—I need you.
Gretto bites his lip, pushing himself inward as if he had no other option, as if he were possessed by the same music that had brought those street bands together in the first place. Forent feels his body flood with eternal pleasure, the only place where he can be complete. Are you feeling it? Fuck, yes.
Slut, says Greto, smiling with mischief.
“Your slut,” corrects Forent, as his firm grip on Greto's hips draws him towards his lap. With Forent's feet on Greto's knees. Since Greto starts ramming into him with an unmatched fury, each blow makes Forent's muscles tense up, feeling the climax lurking. Greto's cock hardens inside him, causing deep and savage moans.
Open your eyes, whispers Greto, and Forent does, leaving the world to fade away before him.
Greto has positioned him in front of the mirror in the corner of the room, offering Forent a perfect view of their union: both, adorned with their underwear, intertwined, with Greto's cock deeply sunk into him. 'God...' Forent gasps, lost in the reflection of his passion.
Come on, go, orders Gretto, with even more forceful thrusts. You can do it.
Even without that 'permission,' Forent feels like he's on the edge of a precipice. His eyes roll back in his head as a tsunami orgasm sweeps through him. Semen bursts from his cock, splashing his chest and stomach, while his body feels unbridled, lifted by pleasure.
Oh, damn it, Forent, that's so tasty, oh that's so tasty! Greto pushes even deeper, making sure to leave her mark, spreading her trails in him. You're mine, Forent. You're all mine.
With a reluctant snap, Forent retires, reclining against Greto's chest, listening to the accelerated heartbeat of her heart. Greto's fingers trace his side, slow and comforting, as they return to earth.
Finally, they muster up the courage to get out of bed for that important post-coital bathroom visit.
I adore how your semen overflows me, but I hate the idea of waking up with dry sperm all over my body and sheets.
They wash quickly, leaving dirty lingerie for later, and settle back into bed again.
My handsome boy, whispers Gretto, planting a kiss on the wet hair of Forent. My Forent.
Forent smiles, intertwining his hands with Greto's again. The room is in twilight, with a streetlight ray enveloping Greto in a halo of mystery. Forent caresses him gently and kisses him, a soft and prolonged kiss. His love is tender and passionate, and Forent longs to show it to him, just as they have done tonight.
I love you, Gretto, whispers Forent, his voice barely audible between them.
There is a moment of silence, a pause in which the world stops.
I also love you, Forent, responds Gretto, with a sincerity that fills the room.And at that moment, Forent knows he has everything he needs.
The door opened and Gretto appeared, leaning against the frame with a twisted smile, her eyes shining with a mix of mischief and fatigue. She was wearing an unbuttoned shirt that revealed her tattooed torso, dark cowboy pants, and worn-out boots. That typical look of porteños, always so casual, thought Forent with a smile. The shirt was white, but everything else about him screamed the opposite.
Greto took off her boots at the entrance, letting them fall to the floor without care, and approached Forent, sliding under the sheets as if it were his usual place. Her cold hands from the street wind found Forent's leg, lightly squeezing it. Forent made room for her, opening his legs for Greto to get closer, while he gave her a soft kiss on the neck, near the jawline.
—Hey, buddy, did I surprise you? —said Gretto, with that typical Argentine drawl from Buenos Aires.
Forent smiled. His Mexican accent felt out of place beside him, but he loved it. —A little— replied Forent, giving him a kiss on the lips.
Greto laughed between teeth and kissed him back, her lips moving with the experience of one who has seduced many times. The contrast between both was always evident; Forent, so careful about his appearance, and Greto, who lived day to day without worrying too much about hers.
—How much did you drink? —asked Forent, knowing that there had been some party last night.
Few drinks, nothing serious. I knew it was coming here so I took care of myself —Greto replied, sliding even closer to him, her hands already exploring the skin of his abdomen.
Don't lie to me, Gretto. I can smell you from here —said Forent with a smile while Gretto was laughing softly and started kissing his neck.
It doesn't matter, what matters is that I'm here now with you.
Forent sighed. —You should give yourself a shower, you're a mess.
—Do you want a shower? Do you want me to take a bath? —Greto looked at him with feigned surprise, but then rolled her eyes and slowly got up, unbuttoning her pants as she walked towards the bathroom.
When Greto disappeared behind the bathroom door, Forent seized the opportunity. He quickly got up and pulled out the two purple boxes he had hidden under the bed. A nervous laugh escaped his lips as he opened the first one.
He had gone into a lingerie store in the center of Buenos Aires and for some impulsive reason, he had ended up buying that underwear. He knew it would surprise him just as much as Gretto.
She took off her robe and started dressing with the contents of the box. First the bralette, a delicate red lace piece that almost seemed like a provocation. Then came the garter belt and stockings, which slid smoothly down her thighs as she tried not to make too much noise. The red color stood out provocatively against her brunette skin.
The sound of the shower ended and Forent hurried to finish the last details, putting on his underwear with a quick movement and hiding what was underneath his balls and cock as best he could. It wasn't perfect, but he knew Greto would take care of getting rid of the clothes soon.
When the bathroom door opened, Gretto came out with a towel around her waist, her wet hair falling on her forehead. She stopped when she saw Forent, who was now standing next to the bed, his bathrobe barely covering what he had underneath.
—And that? —Greta asked with a surprised smile while approaching slowly—. You're even more handsome than usual, doughnut.
Forent returned her gaze with playfulness, slightly opening the bathrobe so that Gret could see what she had on underneath. - I bought it for you... well, and for myself too, of course.Greto approached quickly, sliding her hand under the robe, feeling the fit between her fingers. —What bold... I like it —whispered before gently pushing Forent towards the bed, ready to enjoy a long night. —love... —Forent panted while Greto's ears softly brushed against the hollow behind his lobe—. Give me a second...Forent curses internally. They've rolled around the entire bed, and the other box has ended up under the opposite side. To reach it, he needs to get rid of Greto for a moment. Meanwhile, Greto, with his Argentine accent, says with a sly smile: 'Don't take too long' -and gives him a squeeze on the ass while Forent crawls on all fours.
Forent manages to pull the box out from under the bed and presents it to Gretto, straightening up and lowering his head with a slight inclination, as if he were offering something sacred.
Great looks at the box with curiosity and a half smile. —And what is this?
You'll have to open it to discover it, won't you?
Forent smiles, biting his lip. Greto doesn't need more words. Lift the lid and remove the paper covering the content. Now, Forent reveals the other side of the surprise: he wasn't going to be the only one dressed up tonight. Inside the box is a black piece of lace and strings, very similar to what Forent is using at that moment.
Greta shakes her head, showing an expression of surprise and delight as she laughs between her teeth. 'The dirty mother! You always manage to surprise me, don't you?'
It's part of the charm —Forent responds, reaching for the nightstand to take a red lip balm tube. He had kept it as part of the game, and while applying it to his lips, his eyes don't leave Greto, who watches each of his movements like a hunter stalking its prey. —I thought we could get along together. If you like the idea.
Groto arches an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. -- 'Partnership of couple', you said?
—Whatever comes to mind —Forent says, curling his legs under him, feline and expectant.
Greto observes the garment in her hands: a pair of black satin panties with decorative lace on the waistband. She laughs, her chipped tooth exposed. 'You're a son of a slut... but I love you,' she says as she runs her hand over Forent's leg, which is wearing nylon stockings. The simple touch causes Forent's body to shudder.
Doesn't he like what he sees? - Forent asks with a provocative tone.
Great lifts his gaze and his eyes sparkle with desire. —What makes you think otherwise?
With a smile, Forent approaches him closer. —Perhaps it's not just women's clothing —he whispers while guiding Greto's hand towards his groin. Still semi-erect, the contact makes his breathing accelerate, and Greto's fingers instinctively curve around him. Forent sighs softly.
Put on your lingerie and grab me, idiot, says Forent with a lecherous smile.
Greto, delighted to please, reclines on the bed, lifting his hips for Forent to put on the harness. Forent's hands tremble slightly as he secures the brooch at the back, his breathing becoming heavier with each movement. Then he tells Greto to lift his legs to slide off his stockings, and Greto does so without resisting, letting Forent enjoy the moment, knowing that what comes next will be even better.
Once Forent has finished, he steps back a bit to admire his work. Greto looks spectacular, although her ensemble isn't as extravagant as Forent's. He wears complete black briefs and smooth stockings, with no ornaments or bra. But against the pillows, Greto seems a perfect image of desire, his erection clearly marked under the devil's briefs.
You look incredible. So, so... Forent pauses for a moment, letting the word resonate - sexy.
Greta drums with her fingers on her thighs, looking for something to hold onto. —You say that because... —tries to start, but Forent doesn't let her finish.
Because it's true —Forent softly caressed her cheek, his finger tracing lines as if drawing on a canvas—. I love you, Greto.
Greto looks at Forent's eyes and smiles, his heart pounding with force in his chest. —I also love you, Forent. Very much. Now, tell me... —passes her hands around Forent, giving him a firm squeeze on the back—. What does my precious girl want tonight?
A shiver runs down Forent. —I want... —swallowing saliva while Greto inserts the tip of her index finger between her lips, leaving barely enough space to speak—. I want you to grab me.
Great smile with mischief. —I see. Do you want me to be able to walk tomorrow, or do you prefer that I break completely for you?
Forent lets out a laugh and gives him a pat on the thigh. —Grab me however you want, and then let's see if I can walk or not, huh?
Finally, Forent curls up in Greto's lap, and both lose themselves in the moment they've been waiting for all week. Their lips meet with urgency, kissing as if it were the last time. Forent absorbs everything: the taste of tobacco, the light touch of fernet on his tongue, the warmth of Greto's body against his.
Everything is so perfect, and it needs nothing more.
His bodies entwine, and as the kisses become more intense, Forent's red lip liner extends across his face, leaving stains on his neck and cheeks. Between their legs, his erection grows, and a small wet stain begins to appear on the satin panties.Break my stockings —whispers Forent with a mischievous smile, knowing that tonight, nothing will be too much. —God —says Greto—, you're an angel, Forent. She moves lower down, settling in comfortably. A moan escapes her mouth. —A fallen angel, perhaps. Greto laughs. —If you insist. —Draws circles on Forent's thighs—. Nah, I see you just as you are. You can act like the bad boy on the street, but really you're nothing more than my good boy, aren't you?He gives her a strong slap and Forent screams, squeezing Greto's shoulders. --God, take me. --In a minute, darling. Tired of waiting, Forent grabs Greto's hand, leading it to the back of his bralette, but Greto retires with a mischievous smile. --No way. --What? --No way. --Smiling with mischief--. I want you to take me with it on.
Forent feels his face burning up. If he didn't have the little self-control left, he would have already finished. --Is it on him? --Yes. All of it. A smile draws itself on Forent's face. He gives her a kiss on the corner of her lips, his heart about to burst out of his chest. --Then, I hope you'll keep yours too. And at least, hold me with your fingers first. Treat me like a lady, yes? --Whatever you want, love.
With an arm around the back of Forent, Greto puts him on the bed. Forent feels how Greto lifts his ass, lowering his underwear to his knees, then throwing them away along with his own in the corner of the room. Forent hopes that his preparation before Greto's arrival will pay off. Although he doesn't mind body hair too much, he always shaves for special occasions like this one. Except for a fine line from his navel, most of his skin is as smooth as silk. Happiness overwhelms him when Greto appreciates him, rubbing soft circles on his sides and lowering his mouth to Forent's nipples through the thin fabric.
—Oh, don't come, Greton.
A pre-seminal arc spills onto Forent's belly. With a sound of satisfaction, Greto slides her hand down further, guiding it towards the Mexican hole.
—Wait, wait —says Forent.
The Argentine stops, blinking at him.
—Look in one of the nightstand drawers, there.
Greto doesn't hide his pride on his face when he finds the vaseline bottle that Forent had hidden. He opens the lid and covers three of his fingers with it. Forent feels a bit ridiculous, stretched out with his penis, balls, and ass exposed.
—Hurry up —he makes a face.
The Argentine laughs, scolding him with a pinch on the nipple with his dry hand.
—Give me a second.
—As if I could wait a second —Forent responds.
It's a relief when Gretto finally puts a pillow under her butt and inserts a finger. -- Is it okay? -- Yes. -- Forent moves her hips, adjusting herself--. Yes, it feels good.
A little sensitive. I should have used a plug to keep myself open. Breathe deeply when Gretto introduces another finger. A hand on his thigh draws soft circles, reminding Forent of Gretto's presence as he adapts to the pressure. --Are you okay, my love? --Yes, Forent smiles.-- Go on...
Always attentive, Greto introduces more of his fingers. Forent's body envelops them, claiming or belonging to them, he can't know. --Greto... --Yes? --Can I... touch myself? Please. Greto nods. --Yes, of course, it's better not to be toxic.
With a grateful sigh, Forent puts his hands on the bralette, caressing her nipples while Greto works his fingers. His penis is red, throbbing between his legs. A new wave of excitement washes over him when the Argentine finds his prostate, eliciting a series of moans from the air. Now, it seems like the right moment for Greto to introduce a third finger, stretching it slowly. —All wet— murmurs Greto—. My beautiful girl, my slut.
The cock of Forent liberates a thick current of precum, which drips down his skin. That damn knows how to get it going. For the first time tonight -- but not for the first or last time in his life -- Forent is begging. -- Greto, please...
Greto sighs melodramatically, but removes his fingers. Forent gets up beside him, watching as Greto covers his penis with vaseline, the movement almost hypnotic.
—You're looking —says Greto.
—And do you blame me? It's not my fault that you are... so impressive, you have a cock of gods.
Greto growls.
—Something tells me you're not referring to my skills on the guitar when I play on the street.
What was the note?
Groan murmurs, guarding the lubricant. -- How do you want it, love? -- As you like it. Think for a moment and then says: -- Get on all fours then.
Forent obeys, throwing the sheets to the floor to give them a firm ground. It must seem like a disaster at that moment: his wet penis between her legs, her breasts poking out from under her top, her anus moist in full exhibition. But he doesn't care, not when it's for Greto. The mattress moves as Greto settles behind him. Forent throws a glance over his shoulder. Greto seems ethereal, with stockings and lingerie, the complete erection between her legs. All this, all for him.
Come on, tell me who you are, whispers Greto, running her hand through Forent's hair.
Forent swallows, knowing this will set the tone for everything.
I am...
Tell me, Greto insists.
I am... ah. Forent moans, feeling Greto's thick penis begin to press against his entrance—. I'm your good girl, your slut.
Greta smiles audibly, pushing deeper in. --And I'm so lucky. You're beautiful my slut. --he says, letting his head drop to kiss the back of Forent--. You're impressive my love.
Forent growls, rubbing against the front of Gret. -- Only scratch me now. -- Please, Mr. Gret.
Great smiles triumphantly and pushes all the way. —Good girl. Always yours, no?
He introduces it to him before leaving, leaving a shine of saliva on Greto's skin while looking for reactions. The only thing he gets are long and melancholic moans. He's doing well then; it's not like that helps his own excitement. He's tighter than ever, so tight it's almost painful, and the pre-ejaculate liquid has bloomed into a larger stain. He never ceases to be amazed at what one can do with the other.
God, Greta laughs, You love being a slut, don't you?
He moves away from Greto's penis for a moment, allowing it to jump out of his mouth. 'That's because I'm yours,' he says, then slides further down and runs his tongue over her balls again. It's always a sensitive spot for Greto; Forent loves the hair that surrounds them, the way they tense up when he licks a specific place. Maybe it's a bit exaggerated to think like this, but —the way they're so full, and all that is for him.
‘Groan,’ says Forent, his voice stumbling over a moan, ‘I'm going to come.’
Dear direct this to your own pace, Forent caresses Greto's ankle through her stockings, her large blue eyes meeting the browns. 'Just a little more,' promises.
Greto lets out another groan. This time he hesitates a bit, as if he couldn't decide between pleasure and frustration. However, Forent makes that decision for him. He wraps his lips around him again and draws him in. Forent is happy when he's on his knees, with his mouth full. He sucks cocks like it depends on his life. Never stops. He puts Greto back in completely, but slowly; he doesn't want Greto to come and then fall asleep while still hard and needed.
Calm down, I don't want that to happen, he says. Get me first.
That's the only invitation Greto needs. Forent barely has time to move, letting himself fall while Greto penetrates him. Forent's hips take him to the edge of pleasure. Greto is relentless, each stroke to his prostate making him contract. —Shit. It's a resonant and soft sound, but full of desperation. —Why weren't you my first virginity? He gives up before the wave of euphoria can knock him down, but his hips continue jumping, as if they are responsible for this delicacy, the dance of pleasure they have shared many times.
But this time it feels different. Stronger. His skin is burning, sweat is sliding down his forehead as he feels how Gretto starts to lose control. He's not the only one, and this time the struggle to not come is imminent.
Yes, Greto, more, I moan, and his words have a powerful effect. Greto moves faster, deeper, with almost savage focus.
—Oh, dirty slut.
Forent's neck stretches back, searching for Greto's smile. That's it. Please do it.
I'm going to come... I'm going to orgasm.
At that moment, he feels like the walls of his anus start to constrict, and although he doesn't know when or how, suddenly everything feels incredibly perfect.
Come here, love.
Greta's hips don't stop.
—Do you want it?
Forent nods. Please, let me have it, I need it.
—I need you.
Gretto bites his lip, pushing himself inward as if he had no other option, as if he were possessed by the same music that had brought those street bands together in the first place. Forent feels his body flood with eternal pleasure, the only place where he can be complete. Are you feeling it? Fuck, yes.
Slut, says Greto, smiling with mischief.
“Your slut,” corrects Forent, as his firm grip on Greto's hips draws him towards his lap. With Forent's feet on Greto's knees. Since Greto starts ramming into him with an unmatched fury, each blow makes Forent's muscles tense up, feeling the climax lurking. Greto's cock hardens inside him, causing deep and savage moans.
Open your eyes, whispers Greto, and Forent does, leaving the world to fade away before him.
Greto has positioned him in front of the mirror in the corner of the room, offering Forent a perfect view of their union: both, adorned with their underwear, intertwined, with Greto's cock deeply sunk into him. 'God...' Forent gasps, lost in the reflection of his passion.
Come on, go, orders Gretto, with even more forceful thrusts. You can do it.
Even without that 'permission,' Forent feels like he's on the edge of a precipice. His eyes roll back in his head as a tsunami orgasm sweeps through him. Semen bursts from his cock, splashing his chest and stomach, while his body feels unbridled, lifted by pleasure.
Oh, damn it, Forent, that's so tasty, oh that's so tasty! Greto pushes even deeper, making sure to leave her mark, spreading her trails in him. You're mine, Forent. You're all mine.
With a reluctant snap, Forent retires, reclining against Greto's chest, listening to the accelerated heartbeat of her heart. Greto's fingers trace his side, slow and comforting, as they return to earth.
Finally, they muster up the courage to get out of bed for that important post-coital bathroom visit.
I adore how your semen overflows me, but I hate the idea of waking up with dry sperm all over my body and sheets.
They wash quickly, leaving dirty lingerie for later, and settle back into bed again.
My handsome boy, whispers Gretto, planting a kiss on the wet hair of Forent. My Forent.
Forent smiles, intertwining his hands with Greto's again. The room is in twilight, with a streetlight ray enveloping Greto in a halo of mystery. Forent caresses him gently and kisses him, a soft and prolonged kiss. His love is tender and passionate, and Forent longs to show it to him, just as they have done tonight.
I love you, Gretto, whispers Forent, his voice barely audible between them.
There is a moment of silence, a pause in which the world stops.
I also love you, Forent, responds Gretto, with a sincerity that fills the room.And at that moment, Forent knows he has everything he needs.
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