Tokowhà

We are glad that you liked the second chapter. :-)
It's time to heat things up a bit... Here comes chapter 3, written by Nyssa. Hope you enjoy! ;-)

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Sean had hardly entered the restrooms when he was grasped by the shoulders and pretty hastily manoeuvred into one of the stalls. Not that he was reluctant...

“I’ve beeitiniting here for ages”, Karl said while he quickly locked the door behind them. “I just hope you don’t take your time when it comes to other things...” Firstly, he liked it the fast and rough way, and secondly, it could only be a matter of minutes until his mate David Wenham, who he originally had wanted to wait for here, would arrive at the bar. So there was need to hurry. Fortunately, the Brit didn’t have to be asked twice.

A weak smile crossed Sean’s face as he took one step forward abrupty, pushing the darkhaired man’s back against the wall of the cubicle. While he slipped his hands underneath the black, formfitting shirt of the man and stroked over the bare, firm and warm skin there, Sean leaned even closer in to the body that was trapped between him and the dividing wall. The younger man voiced a desirous sound, that despite its softness seemed quite loud in the deserted restrooms.

“Shhhh”, Sean whispered. He could already feel how the blood started to rush to the middle of his body. He cocked his head a little and took in the aftershave of the stranger. Not at all the kind of fragrance that was prefered by the type of men Sean usually did these things with, but in no way displeasing. Very fresh and sportive, a little fruity, but not sweet at all. “Don’t make so much noise.” Even though this tempting young man distracted him a great deal, it wasn’t lost to him that the dividing walls between the single stalls didn’t round off with either the ceiling or the floor, so they weren’t really seperated from the rest of the large room. At least not concerning noises.

“We are all by ourselves in here”, Karl replied, slipped a hand between himself and the man who he had pulled with him into the small cubicle, and determindely grabbed the buckle of his bto tto tug at it. “And even if we weren’t... I don’t give a fuck.”

“Okay…“ Sean said, almost in the same way he had a short time ago, when he had agreed to pay Karl’s drink. He moved his hips a little, testingly pushed himself closely over the groin of the darkhaired man, who promptly voiced another soft sound. Sean could very clearly feel the hardness that had risen in the trousers of the other one. He repeated the shallow yet encouraging movement whereupon the tearing at his belt became more impatient, until finally swift, hasty fingers went for the button and then the zipper of his trousers. Only a split second later, Sean felt himself getting entirely hard in the lock of an unfamiliar and almost impudently stimulating hand. The breath of the young man was hot against his cheek as he turned his face towards him, but thank God he didn’t try to kiss Sean. Yes, Sean was lusting after him and he wanted to do naughty and shameless things to him, but to kiss him wasn’t a part of it. Because he only kissed people he felt more for than pure carnal lust. People who he not only slept with but who he loved as well. Orlando had been kissed by him, in that one night long ago. Viggo, who he had confessed this disastrous slip to later, didn’t want to believe it, but for Orlando Sean felt deeply, even though it wasn’t exactly the kind of love which the young Brit was hoping for.

Sean tried to force himself to not think about Orlando any longer. This name and this fine face and above all these entreating sheep’s eyes he always made at Sean seemed to haunt him since the minute he had set his foot on New Zealand ground. He had to think about him every passing minute, even now as he was involved with a guy who was totally different from Orlando. Totally different... He smelled differently, felt differently, behaved differently. This one here was much more demanding, didn’t seem to set high values on emotions or tenderness like Orlando. This one here didn’t want soft, loving kisses from him, but only raw and pure sex. Without obligations and without following complications and remorse.

Only when the young man turned around between him and the wall, so that he now stood with his back to Sean, the blond managed to suppress the thoughts about Orlando. When he felt that Karl opened also his own trousers hastily and then pulled them down as far as necessary, Sean quickly fished for the condom in his pocket.

“Hurry up”, Karl urged. He really couldn’t hold out any longer and unconsciously stretched backwards against the body of the older man while he impatiently waited for him to get the protection out of its wrapping and slip it over.

Gods, I just arrived in New Zealand and here I am in a bloody narrow stall of the restrooms and a darkhaired, beautiful young man offer his his firm ass just like that, Sean thought as his gaze dropped down to Karl’s very presentable bottom. Determinedly but with almost trembling fingers Sean opened the wrapper while his gaze glided back upwards again, over slim hips, a broad, undoubtedly muscular back and the full, dark hair. Yes, this guy was a real beauty, although in a different, less angelic and much rougher and manlier way than Orlando... Oh damn it, there it was again, this annoying thought of Orlando! Sean felt pangs of his conscience when he put on the condom which was coated with a good amount of lubrication, but he was so hard with desire and anticipation that not even the remorseful thoughts on Orlando and the night they had spent together months ago could have held him back or damped down his lust.

Suddenly wavering a bit, Sean lay his hands on Karl’s hips questioningly. “Do you want me to... I mean, do you need – ”

“No”, the younger man cut him off. “This will suffice.”

“Sure?”

“Believe me, I know what I can handle.”

Without losing one more word, Sean leaned further forward again and pushed against the bof tof the stranger, who instantly braced himself on the wall before him with crossed forearms. Holding his breath, Sean grabbed the hips of the young man a little firmer, pushed his pelvis even closer against him, searching, but it didn’t work out right away. Karl voiced a somewhat frustrated noise that almost sounded exasperated.

“Come on, get on with it”, he murmured with a low voice, but Sean could clearly hear every word. “Fuck me.”

Sean swallowed with some effort as a sudden idea flared up in his mind. Maybe for this Alex, this wasn’t really a fling without obligations like it was for Sean. Maybe he just did his job and afterwards would demand a packet of money for his services. But even if it would be like that, even if this guy was a male proste –te – although Sean didn’t really believe it, but you never know – he was so very aroused that he actually didn’t care. Then he would pay, so what? He wouldn’t become impoverished from it.

Without wasting anymore thoughts on this or on Orlando or on anything else, Sean slid his hands from the narrow hips until he felt warm and firm buttocks under his p. He. He grabbed them pretty hard, spread and opened untenderly, and suddenly it was so very easy. Last but not least thanks to the generous layer of lube on the condom he penetrated the willing body more or less trouble-free, pressed himself with one single strong movement as deeply inside as possible, and a slight grin was on his lips as he heard the younger man moan in pleasure and gratefulness. Sean didn’t give him the opportunity to adjust to the invasion but pulled out of the hot tightness again in an instant, only to abruptly thrust back in again.

“Oh *Christ*!“ Karl blurted out between clenched teeth. Now it actually was hurting a bit after all, but to an endurable degree that only added to his arousal. He liked it that way, sometimes just needed it that way. Fast and hard and rough and a little agonizing. He had never been someone who had engaged in long, tender foreplays just to “make love” slowly and carefully. No, that wasn’t his cup of tearl arl didn’t believe in love. Karl believed in one-night-stands and he believed in fucking. And he even prefered to get fucked, like now, by this wonderfully forceful Englishman who by now entered him again and again with a driving rhythm. Karl felt his knees turn weak while liquid heat floodes bos body and clouded his mind. This guy felt too fucking great inside him, and while the motions got more and more turbulent, Karl’s breathing turned heavier and heavier. After a short while he panted loudly in the same rhythm as the rough thrusts which drove into him. His eyelids fluttered shut and his right hand disconnected from the wall in order to close around his own hard-on.

Sean saw how the darkhaired man lowered one arm and obviously started to touch himself. The thought that this guy jerked off while he took him turned Sean on so much that he had to bite on his lower lip to not start groaning too. He knew that he wasn’t really careful or gentle with this man, but judging from the noises that slipped his his mouth more or less constantly, the guy enjoyed it very much. Sean, too, enjoyed it to take this young man with unbridled passion, without having to worry about hurt feelings or gossip on the set or other consequences.

Even as he heard that the door to the restrooms was opened and somebody entered, he could not hold his fire. He was already too intoxicated by the sensual pleasures, and the young man, who abandoned himself to him so wildly, didn’t seem to be willing to stop, either. On the contrary. He obviously didn’t care at all that they weren’t alone any longer now. Or maybe he hadn’t even noticed that somebody had stepped in.

Although Sean couldn’t control himself entirely, he at least managed to slow down his motions and concentrate on the sounds outside of their stall that their anonymous witness was producing. But before he could hear anything that would have told him what exactly the third man in the restrooms was doing right now, Karl abruptly pushed his rear back against him and before Sean could even attempt to suppress it, a deep, throaty moan of pleasure slipped from his lips.

“Don’t get distracted”, the younger man groaned with a voice that was all shaky with lust, while he moved back on the hard, swollen member of the other one, took him in deeply again. “Keep going. I’m so close…“

Forcing himself to not think of their audience, Sean picked up pace again, and the willing body of the younger one clamped down on his needy erection so firmly that he finally lost control over himself completely. He let go of Karl, raised his arms and clung his hands to the upper edge of the dividing wall for support. He didn’t give a damn whether or not the third guy in the room could see it, and he didn’t care that this man could hear loudloud rattling of the shaking door of their cubicle as he now started to thrust into his partner with even more force and pushed him into the wall rhythmically and very untenderly. he dhe didn’t care that the anonymous witness of their short but intense adventure heard the wild, wanton groaning of his younger partner who he drove into so powerfully, again and again.

He just didn’t care. All he wanted to do was to reach his climax, help this mysterious young man to his climax as well, say good-bye, take leave for his hotel, and, after some hours of sleep, finally meet Viggo and his other friends tomorrow.