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Adult +
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3
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Chapter 3: Laying down with You
Once again, go to: http://local.aaca.org/bntc/slang/slang.htm for 1920's slang info
*all characters and such belong to me :D
*and this chapter involves sex >//< my first sex sceen i'ev ever written! >D enjoy!
***
The two couples split up and walked their separate ways back to their apartments; one uptown, one down.
“Daddy...you wanna come over my house tonight..?” smiled River, curious to hear James’ response.
James, on the other hand, blushed and stuck his hands in his pockets–his cigarette still in between his lips. He sighed and took the ciggy from his mouth.
“I think...I want to...” James whispered. River was elated. He skipped up the street and sung like a nightingale.
They traveled slowly to Harlem, the streets were still alight with home-ran speakeasy’s and soft blues played, twining up the alleyways.
“Here’s my apartment..” River snatched James’ hand and pulled him up the steps with him, onto the stoop.
He then stopped and stood on the top step, now facing his taller date–staring him straight in the eyes.
“Before you see my ritzy pad,” River whispered with a sly smile, “I want your lips...Give me cash...” he smirked, leering at the man.
James looked away slowly, fidgeting where he stood. His face ran hot as fire...but he knew he wanted it–he wanted him. He took his arms around the boy’s waist, and pulled himself onto the second-to-the-last step, and tilted his head, his lips just inches from River’s.
River moaned, impatient–but wanton–ready to wait for him to make his own decision.
“I’ll give you cash, damn it...” James whispered, pressing his lips to his.
His hands moved of their own volution, down the boy’s ass to squeeze his cheeks softly. He felt something surge between his legs, and then his arms reach under his skirt, searching for the hooks to take the garter belt off that held his pantyhose. They snapped away easily enough and he snatched them down–all the while, River’s tongue was racing like a big six engine, piston-ing in and out of his mouth. And the moans–James’ thought perversely–the moaning was making his cock run hard. He pulled River down, who instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist.
For a moment, James stopped taking off River’s clothes to hoarsely demand the keys to his room.
“Mmmh, of course, Daddy...” smiled River as he handed the keys to him, “It’s upstairs, last floor, 3rd door from the left.”
***
They were locked that way even in the elevator, their hips tightly held as one by James’ large and strong hands. River–‘like a little slut,’ as James’ called it–could feel the boy grinding against him the whole time, and he was going to punish the little femme fetal for it.
“Hhhn, lay off, River..!” James moaned as the boy kept pushing his hardness onto his soon-to-be lover’s lump inside of his pants.
“Daaaddy, c’mon!” River complained in the man’s arms, “I could die faster than you can open this damned door!”
“Dry up!” James growled at River, who in turn, growled back. James wasn’t going to have it, and spanked the boys ass to quiet.
“Eep! Daddy Fellows!” River said in a contemptible manner–his butt-cheeks tingled as James threw him on the bed playfully.
“Well?!” James looked at the boy who was smiling, “Strip, dame!” he commanded.
River giggled and started to take off his clothes in a teasing manner. James had to stop undressing to watch the boy and his dancing on the bed.
With his legs apart he slid the rest of his white stockings off and threw them aside. Then–with those silky, chocolate legs–he spread them, his feet firmly on the mattress. James felt his dick jump in his pants when he saw the boy’s silky, black pubic hair–that was indeed, neatly trimmed down and kept short–and further down, James felt himself start to run his hands down his pants to his own hardness–he saw the boy’s own dick; a thick, maybe an inch or two, and long–perhaps maybe 6 inches–bobbing up and down. And those balls...James felt like a dog, staring at the boy the way he was, touching himself like a common fish.
“Daaaddy...Daddy, come here...” River smiled as he lifted up his dress, exposing the wonderful muscles that lined his taught stomach, up to his chest–soft, yet defined–and his nipples–dark like ebony wood, and just as hard.
“I’m comin’, sugar...” he said struggling hard not to take his hands back down his slacks. He tore off his clothes like a hungry wolf, dispelling them about the chair and dresser that was in River’s room.
“He-he! Daddy, you’re a messy sheik...but a sheik nonetheless...” The boy rolled over and crawled across the bed towards his record-player, and put on a 45. The blues music was soft and low.
James watched his sexy form as he made his way back to him and the center of the bed.
“I want to take it slow with you...” River said, sitting up, holding James’ head in his small, soft hands, “Unless...you’ve been with a man before...”
James blushed, his lust subsiding, but his cock still hot and stiff, “No, I haven’t.”
“I wanna be a good first to you, honey..” the younger man smiled, “I’m known to be a handful...” he giggled, “I use a lot of toys...”
“..Toys..?” James repeated, clueless, but a finger on his lips brought him to quiet.
“Yes, but don’t worry about that now...all I want you to do, is suck this..” James looked down at Rivers fingers who were pressing against his lips.
The man opened his mouth and licked at the boy’s finger deeply–his dick bobbed in between his legs–the suggestion of playing around made James lust again, and he licked more–leaving River’s finger wet and dripping.
“Ahhh, Daddy...” moaned River, “you’re a good learner...” he smiled. Then made the man turn around.
“I need to stretch you good...so my thickness doesn’t hurt you too much..But, I will make you hurt, Daddy...”
James moaned at the thought, “When’s the fuck gonna start?” he demanded, full of arrogance and mostly, horniness.
“Fine, then.”
River took the wet finger and thrust it up James’ exposed asshole, digging with his nail softly, pumping into him.
“Aaaahhhh...!! Fuuuuck!! What are you doing, dame?!” cursed James, digging his nails into the bedding beneath him. His cock was so hard, it hurt–and his balls were jingling underneath him, a fine sweat over them and his back–he had to thrust against River’s fingers to keep up the feeling he was getting.
“You like it, Daddy..?” smiled River, then sticking two more fingers into his lover’s ass, pumping them–stretching his handsome blonde’s ass hole like a rubber band. “Ooohh, Daddy, your ass is so hot...I’m going to have a time not ripping you apart...”
“Push–it–harder..!!!” yelled James, his back arched and his legs stretched as far apart as he could get them, his cock bouncing and bobbing, searching for friction–but the pain that came with it–was fascinating, and made his balls tighten even further.
Without warning, River removed his fingers and pushed into him the whole of his cock–pushing it up to the hilt. He could feel the boy’s balls jingling against his ass-cheeks in each thrust.
“Aaah-aah-aah..!! Yesss, more!! Oh, god, yes!” yelled James, his body thrusting uncontrollably onto River’s hardness, pushing himself down around the thick dick.
“Oh, ooohhh, Daaaady!” moaned River in that sweet, hot voice, his back fully arched, fucking his love like they were dogs in the street. He could feel a surge of cum getting ready to burst from him–but he knew how to hold himself–he knew when to stop, but just a little further, River moaned to himself.
“R-river!!” moaned James, “I-I gotta give my dick–s-some friction!”
“Spread your legs down!” River commanded, “Reach for it! Fuck yourself against the sheets!”
James moaned and growled in one breath, and made himself reach down enough to touch the sheets. He was practically doing a split–but the tightness now created, made River’s cock pumping into him, feel even thicker, and his hole even tighter. He moaned sinfully as he road the sheets, wiping sweat and precum on the bedding.
“Mmmmhhh!! Yesss!!” James’ hissed like a beast, “Oooohh, god, god!! Aaahh!” the blonde was thrusting harder than what River could give him, he could feel the tightness coming even faster now, and uncontrolled. He had to let himself go, just this once.
“Aaahhh, Daddy!!!” screamed River as he came into James ass, pumping his quivering body into his love, each time softer than the last...
“Oh–ooohh, Riiiverrr!”
James came into the sheets, his body rocking up and down as he thrust his dick and shot his load into the cotton...
They both finished together, River laying on top of James wet, sticky back, touching his equally wet, sticky chest against it. River smiled, his dick still tight within James’ hole.
“...D-daddy..?” the boy stammered, still not over his release, “How do you feel, honey..?”
The record was ending softly in the background as James turned his head, his eyes sparkling–they looked like gold, this time, thought River.
“I’m high...” James smiled weakly, “I’m so damn high...”
*all characters and such belong to me :D
*and this chapter involves sex >//< my first sex sceen i'ev ever written! >D enjoy!
***
The two couples split up and walked their separate ways back to their apartments; one uptown, one down.
“Daddy...you wanna come over my house tonight..?” smiled River, curious to hear James’ response.
James, on the other hand, blushed and stuck his hands in his pockets–his cigarette still in between his lips. He sighed and took the ciggy from his mouth.
“I think...I want to...” James whispered. River was elated. He skipped up the street and sung like a nightingale.
They traveled slowly to Harlem, the streets were still alight with home-ran speakeasy’s and soft blues played, twining up the alleyways.
“Here’s my apartment..” River snatched James’ hand and pulled him up the steps with him, onto the stoop.
He then stopped and stood on the top step, now facing his taller date–staring him straight in the eyes.
“Before you see my ritzy pad,” River whispered with a sly smile, “I want your lips...Give me cash...” he smirked, leering at the man.
James looked away slowly, fidgeting where he stood. His face ran hot as fire...but he knew he wanted it–he wanted him. He took his arms around the boy’s waist, and pulled himself onto the second-to-the-last step, and tilted his head, his lips just inches from River’s.
River moaned, impatient–but wanton–ready to wait for him to make his own decision.
“I’ll give you cash, damn it...” James whispered, pressing his lips to his.
His hands moved of their own volution, down the boy’s ass to squeeze his cheeks softly. He felt something surge between his legs, and then his arms reach under his skirt, searching for the hooks to take the garter belt off that held his pantyhose. They snapped away easily enough and he snatched them down–all the while, River’s tongue was racing like a big six engine, piston-ing in and out of his mouth. And the moans–James’ thought perversely–the moaning was making his cock run hard. He pulled River down, who instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist.
For a moment, James stopped taking off River’s clothes to hoarsely demand the keys to his room.
“Mmmh, of course, Daddy...” smiled River as he handed the keys to him, “It’s upstairs, last floor, 3rd door from the left.”
***
They were locked that way even in the elevator, their hips tightly held as one by James’ large and strong hands. River–‘like a little slut,’ as James’ called it–could feel the boy grinding against him the whole time, and he was going to punish the little femme fetal for it.
“Hhhn, lay off, River..!” James moaned as the boy kept pushing his hardness onto his soon-to-be lover’s lump inside of his pants.
“Daaaddy, c’mon!” River complained in the man’s arms, “I could die faster than you can open this damned door!”
“Dry up!” James growled at River, who in turn, growled back. James wasn’t going to have it, and spanked the boys ass to quiet.
“Eep! Daddy Fellows!” River said in a contemptible manner–his butt-cheeks tingled as James threw him on the bed playfully.
“Well?!” James looked at the boy who was smiling, “Strip, dame!” he commanded.
River giggled and started to take off his clothes in a teasing manner. James had to stop undressing to watch the boy and his dancing on the bed.
With his legs apart he slid the rest of his white stockings off and threw them aside. Then–with those silky, chocolate legs–he spread them, his feet firmly on the mattress. James felt his dick jump in his pants when he saw the boy’s silky, black pubic hair–that was indeed, neatly trimmed down and kept short–and further down, James felt himself start to run his hands down his pants to his own hardness–he saw the boy’s own dick; a thick, maybe an inch or two, and long–perhaps maybe 6 inches–bobbing up and down. And those balls...James felt like a dog, staring at the boy the way he was, touching himself like a common fish.
“Daaaddy...Daddy, come here...” River smiled as he lifted up his dress, exposing the wonderful muscles that lined his taught stomach, up to his chest–soft, yet defined–and his nipples–dark like ebony wood, and just as hard.
“I’m comin’, sugar...” he said struggling hard not to take his hands back down his slacks. He tore off his clothes like a hungry wolf, dispelling them about the chair and dresser that was in River’s room.
“He-he! Daddy, you’re a messy sheik...but a sheik nonetheless...” The boy rolled over and crawled across the bed towards his record-player, and put on a 45. The blues music was soft and low.
James watched his sexy form as he made his way back to him and the center of the bed.
“I want to take it slow with you...” River said, sitting up, holding James’ head in his small, soft hands, “Unless...you’ve been with a man before...”
James blushed, his lust subsiding, but his cock still hot and stiff, “No, I haven’t.”
“I wanna be a good first to you, honey..” the younger man smiled, “I’m known to be a handful...” he giggled, “I use a lot of toys...”
“..Toys..?” James repeated, clueless, but a finger on his lips brought him to quiet.
“Yes, but don’t worry about that now...all I want you to do, is suck this..” James looked down at Rivers fingers who were pressing against his lips.
The man opened his mouth and licked at the boy’s finger deeply–his dick bobbed in between his legs–the suggestion of playing around made James lust again, and he licked more–leaving River’s finger wet and dripping.
“Ahhh, Daddy...” moaned River, “you’re a good learner...” he smiled. Then made the man turn around.
“I need to stretch you good...so my thickness doesn’t hurt you too much..But, I will make you hurt, Daddy...”
James moaned at the thought, “When’s the fuck gonna start?” he demanded, full of arrogance and mostly, horniness.
“Fine, then.”
River took the wet finger and thrust it up James’ exposed asshole, digging with his nail softly, pumping into him.
“Aaaahhhh...!! Fuuuuck!! What are you doing, dame?!” cursed James, digging his nails into the bedding beneath him. His cock was so hard, it hurt–and his balls were jingling underneath him, a fine sweat over them and his back–he had to thrust against River’s fingers to keep up the feeling he was getting.
“You like it, Daddy..?” smiled River, then sticking two more fingers into his lover’s ass, pumping them–stretching his handsome blonde’s ass hole like a rubber band. “Ooohh, Daddy, your ass is so hot...I’m going to have a time not ripping you apart...”
“Push–it–harder..!!!” yelled James, his back arched and his legs stretched as far apart as he could get them, his cock bouncing and bobbing, searching for friction–but the pain that came with it–was fascinating, and made his balls tighten even further.
Without warning, River removed his fingers and pushed into him the whole of his cock–pushing it up to the hilt. He could feel the boy’s balls jingling against his ass-cheeks in each thrust.
“Aaah-aah-aah..!! Yesss, more!! Oh, god, yes!” yelled James, his body thrusting uncontrollably onto River’s hardness, pushing himself down around the thick dick.
“Oh, ooohhh, Daaaady!” moaned River in that sweet, hot voice, his back fully arched, fucking his love like they were dogs in the street. He could feel a surge of cum getting ready to burst from him–but he knew how to hold himself–he knew when to stop, but just a little further, River moaned to himself.
“R-river!!” moaned James, “I-I gotta give my dick–s-some friction!”
“Spread your legs down!” River commanded, “Reach for it! Fuck yourself against the sheets!”
James moaned and growled in one breath, and made himself reach down enough to touch the sheets. He was practically doing a split–but the tightness now created, made River’s cock pumping into him, feel even thicker, and his hole even tighter. He moaned sinfully as he road the sheets, wiping sweat and precum on the bedding.
“Mmmmhhh!! Yesss!!” James’ hissed like a beast, “Oooohh, god, god!! Aaahh!” the blonde was thrusting harder than what River could give him, he could feel the tightness coming even faster now, and uncontrolled. He had to let himself go, just this once.
“Aaahhh, Daddy!!!” screamed River as he came into James ass, pumping his quivering body into his love, each time softer than the last...
“Oh–ooohh, Riiiverrr!”
James came into the sheets, his body rocking up and down as he thrust his dick and shot his load into the cotton...
They both finished together, River laying on top of James wet, sticky back, touching his equally wet, sticky chest against it. River smiled, his dick still tight within James’ hole.
“...D-daddy..?” the boy stammered, still not over his release, “How do you feel, honey..?”
The record was ending softly in the background as James turned his head, his eyes sparkling–they looked like gold, this time, thought River.
“I’m high...” James smiled weakly, “I’m so damn high...”