Conversion

Took some time, but here weg go... part 5 up


[Orlando]

I kiss him. Although I go ahead I can’t fucking believe what I’m doing. It’s over and it was disgusting and it hurt, but I don’t mind anymore. I heard his words, his sexy voice saying that I’m wonderful and I’m lost.

My kisses get more and more passionate and I start caressing his naked skin. I slide over his chest and play with his nipples until they get harder. Use your tongue, Bloom. You are not innocent or 14 years old anymore. Hell, I feel like a stupid rookie in Viggo’s arms. It was never like this when I fucked women. I push my tongue forward and lick over Viggo’s lips. I part them and enter his mouth. I draw back a little and lick over his teeth as well. I get a surprised, quiet moan from him and I dare to smile a little. This moan sounds as good as his words he spoke to me before.

Well… accept it, Bloom. You are different and you don’t mind. It feels good. Everything is stronger and more intense with a man. I play with his tongue now, but I don’t allow him to push me back and enter my mouth. No, my turn now.

I leave the tight peaks and slide my hands further down until I can feel the fine line of hair leading me from Viggo’s stomach to his groin. I move a little to get better access and… uh. Fuck.

There is a feeling of damn pain again. Not as bad as it was before, but still kinda painful. I’m sore from Viggo’s big cock and the feeling of being used is back. I withdraw my hands from his body and my tongue fros mos mouth, while I’m falling back down on the pillows and sheets. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“Orli? Orlando? Everything alright, love?”

I can hear Viggo’s concerned voice. I can’t open my eyes yet, but I’m nodding, not speaking. I know, he doesn’t believe me. He strokes my cheek, slightly and gently, until my breath gets calmer. It feels good andon’don’t want him to stop it. I open my eyes again when he starts caressing me more. He is smiling and his fingertips draw the line of my lips, but he stops when our gazes lock.

I’m not smiling, I’m just looking at him and as soon as he notices, he gets serious as well. His voice sounds husky and careful, when he speaks out loud what I think.

“Wanna try again?” When I remain silent, he starts again, using other words, better words. “I mean it’s not a matter of an absolute must. Would you like to touch me, Orli?” Another nod from me. Bloody hell, Bloom, did you swallow your tongue or what? But Viggo needs no words and I’m grateful for this right now. He takes my hand in his own and teaches me.

His hand leads mine to his chest again, circling and brushing his nipples, then a little more down, caressing his stomach. I’m still lying on my back. I can’t touch him down there so I want to move again, but Viggo stops me. “No, don’t, elfboy. I will manage it.”

Viggo moves up and takes my hand again. He closes his fingers around mine and around his cock. I can feel the hard flesh under my hand and gasp escapes from my lips. It feels so good. It feels like me and yet so different. It needs just a slight hint from Viggo’s fingers, not more than a gentle force and I start stroking his member. As I do so I remember his scent and the taste of his cock in my mouth. I want it again. I look up at Viggo and relax my fingers, which are still covered by his own. I look at him in silence, but open my mouth a little bit. I part my lips in invitation.

He smiles when he understands what I want to tell him.

He parts his legs, kneeling over me so that I have his nice, aroused cock right in front of me. His voice stops me again when I grab his hips. “Sure you want to do this, right? I mean, you are really sure?” Shut up, filthy human. But I don't say this. Instead of words to answer him I lick over the tip of his cock.

I get an immediate response as his cock twitches under my wet tongue and a soft moan fills the silence of the room. I feel my own arousal and I want to hear him moaning more. It’s bloody sexy. I lick again over his cock and my tongue circles around the tip. I tease him until he is rock hard. I slide down the shaft and caress the underside of it. Up and down, slowly and gently.

Another moan, another pout and Viggo’s hips thrust forward. I don’t expect this. All I can do is open my mouth in surprise and let him in. Fucking God, he is in me again. His pulsating flesh fills me again and it feels as good as before. Immediately I start sucking him off while he pushes forward and enters me more and more. I never ever did a blow job to a man before but I know that I should relax otherwise the choking feeling won’t be a pleasure.

It is easier to relax my throat muscles than the inner ones when Viggo pushes in me again and I deepthroat him. Deep. Deeper in me, Viggo… bloody hell, yes, that is good. My teeth stroke his shaft while I’m still sucking him hard. A part in me wants to show him that I’m good at this, wants to pleasure him and makes him feel good.

Viggos moans are getting louder and are full of ecstasy. He bucks his hips and thrusts in me harder, pushes his big cock in me as he did it moments before. But I’m not complaining and I’m not trying to draw away. I can take it. I can take him. The more he enjoys this the more I can feel my own cock twitching and pulsating between my legs and I’m wondering if I can come just from making Viggo come.

I moan with him, but my sounds are quieter and gagged by the cock in my mouth.

[Viggo]

When he suddenly stops kissing me I know something's wrong. Is he scared? Does he have second thoughts because he realized that he enjoyed what we just did? Or is it simply because the pain is coming back? The pain that I caused when I fucked him... I don't know it, so I wait a little before I turn to him and look at him. His eyes are closed. But even through the darkness of the room I can see that he's fighting some inner demon.

“Orli?" I ask carefully. "Orlando? Everything alright, love?” He nods, but I seriously doubt that it's the truth. He can't be alright. He was just taken by a man, and he was damn close to getting there once again. I remember his kiss, the shy movements of his tongue, yet a hunger in every breath he breathed into me.

Slowly, I let my finger run over the smooth skin of his face. His cheekbones, his cheek, so soft and warm. And probably still blushed from the exhaustion. Poor guy. I watch him closely, while my fingers stroke over his cheek, and finally, his upper lip. Such a beauty, such pretty features. I want to kiss him, be tender and careful, but I'm not sure if that's what he wants. So I just go on caressing him, silently smiling to myself and reflecting the past hours.

When he opens his eyes and looks at me, I freeze. There's no emotion in them, neither affection nor repulse, just a deep stare, that instantly makes my cock twitch. So, that's it, Orlando. You want more. You're scared and insecure but you know that you liked it. And now you don't know how to ask for it... how to get.. more.

“Wanna try again?” I ask him, but immediately, I curse myself for having said it that way. I'm not his dad or anything! I'm just someone who showed him something hver ver knew before. So I start again. “I mean it’s not a matter of an absolute must. Woyou you like to touch me, Orli?” He nods. So I was right. He just doesn't know how to ask for it.

But there is no need to ask. No need to feel ashamed. I smile and take his hand into mine. I lead his hand to my chest, encouraging him to caress me there, my nipples, my stomach. He is careful, yet the mere touch of his fingers arouses me. I want him to touch my cock. To take me higher, so that maybe we will end up into one another again? But he can't reach it from his position, so I move higher and take his hand again.

I'm not surprised when he understands the slightest lead. He just knows what feels good. What makes my cock twitch and my blood run hot. He strokes my hard shaft, at first endearing, but after a few seconds stronger. No need to guide him - he just knows. So I relax and savor his touch, the heat, that slowly creeps up inside me with each stroke, determined to burn me from deep within.

When he slackens his fingers, I look at him, wondering what's wrong. But as soon as I see his face, his mouth, his parted lips, I know what he wants. And the mere thought of it makes my cock ache, wanting, needing to be just there, betweis iis inviting lips, letting them bring me to ecstasy, just like he did not so long ago.

I smile at him and get up. Position myself over him, my cock right in front of him. I can't wait to feel his lips around my arousal, his tongue on my heated flesh, but at the same time, I wonder if this is what he really wants. He reaches for my hips. “Sure you want to do this, right?" I ask hoarsly, "I mean, you are really sure?” I look down at him, but instead of an answer he leans forward and licks the head of my cock.

I moan in surprise, heat pressing through my veins, to the spot he just touched. Fucking perfect, Elfboy! He goes on licking my erection, the shaft, playing with its tip, and every single move makes my body cry out to him. I throw back my head in pleasure, Those gentle moves almost drive me mad. It's different from the way most men do it, so shy and innocent, but at the same time he knows exactly what he's doing. He's either done this before or he is a fucking talent!

I feel the heat that follows every trail of his tongue. No, it's not heat. It's fire! His tongue seems to leave a fuse and if I don't do anything about it, I'm gonna explode. Moaning, I close my eyes and let my body take over. More! I need more... I need his lips around me, his mouth, ... fire longing to join with fire. So I thrust foward, into him.

Immediately, he starts sucking, licking, and I can't help but push further. More, Orlando! Take all of me. Suck me until there's nothing left inside...

I try not to fill him too fast, although it takes all of my effort. But I don't want him to get into trouble. I want him to go on, to take me to heaven or hell, to make me moan and tremble, just like he does right now. I grab his shoulders and thrust my hips forward, deeper. I feel the heat and tight muscles of his throat around my member, his teeth on my shaft, his tongue on the underside, massaging the skin, drawing all of my blood into my cock. With each thrust, a shiver runs through me. And with each thrust, I'm deeper in him.

He's moaning, although I can hardly hear it. I feel it instead. I feel the vibration of his throat, and it drives me nuts. He drives me nuts. God, this is perfect.... Now, I hear my own moans, and with each thrust, they're getting louder. I bury my fingers in his hair, pull him closer to me, while I go on shoving... fucking... I'm fucking him.. his mouth.. just like I fucked him only a little while ago. Hard and demanding, wild and in ecstasy. And I feel the fire burning, creeping up from everywhere, lighting every inch of my body, burning, eating, killing me on its way to my cock. I'm burning...cockcock is burning, and when I feel my muscles contracting, it's more than a release. My mind goes blank. I just feel myself exploding, into him...into his mouth... ane afe aftershocks make me shiver and shake while I feel my knees give in.

Trembling, I pull away from Orlando and let myself drop onto the bed. He moans in protest, or is it because he's filled with my seed? I don't know. But he doesn't look too unhappy.

[Orlando]

Viggo’s thrusts are getting wilder once more and then they stop. His whole body over me is twitching when he releases his seed into my mouth. Hell, what a feeling. Before I can start thinking if I want him to come in me and if I want to taste his cum, I have to start swallowing. I don’t have a fucking choice as I still have his big, wonderful cock in my mouth when he climaxes.

I swallow and I really try and take it all, but it’s too much. I can’t.

I can feel Viggo pulling away from me and I moan. I moan in protest because I feel kinda lost without him in me. I moan because I’m still aroused and don’t wanna let this feeling go. And I moan because of the very new experience.

He lies next to me now, looking at me curious, questioning and happy. His eyes are fixed to the points where his cum has marked me, made me his. Odd imagination, but that’s what I’m fucking thinking right now. He marked me. And with this thought everything changes.

The feeling of being used is back, but at the same time there is something else. I see the love and seriousness in his eyes. This look is promising something and I don’t know if I want what it promises. Hell, Bloom, what kinda thoughts do you have in the middle of the night in a hotel room after a fucking perfect shag? With every thought I feel my own arousal going away until the fire between my legs is dead. I don’t say anything. I wait until Viggo breaks the silence between us, but he is just looking at me and my lips which must be glistening from the ivory liquid.

With a warm smile he takes me in his and and starts whispering sweet nothings into my ear. It doesn’t matter what he is saying, because I don’t want him to do this. I don’t want that he takes me in his arms la loa lover does, because that’s not the kind of relationship we have. When I feel his gently touch full of love my body tightens. I don’t look at him and I don’t say anything. I just wait that he let me go again. I hope it will be easy. Just leave me alone, Viggo.

“Everything alright, love?” Of course it won’t be easy. Viggo wouldn’t be Viggo if he wouldn’t notice the change and the distance between us although we are so close. No, dam, nothing is alright. Fuck you. I wanna shout out loud, but I can’t. I still taste the sticky liquid in my mouth and I can feel it dripping from my lips and my chin because I was not able to take it all.

A drink. I need a fucking drink. Now. To get this strange taste out of my mouth. I push his hand aside and hurry out of the bed. It is still dark in the room, but doesn’t matter. Hotel rooms look all the same and I exactly know where the mini bar is. I grab a little bottle and down the spicy liquid in one go. Don’t know what it was and it doesn’t matter. It was alcohol, that’s enough. Fucking bullshit. It doesn’t help. I take another one. This is sweeter than the first, but yeah, alcohol as well. Good. Sooner or later it will help. I don’t mind if I have to drink the whole bloody mini bar.


[Viggo]

It feels strange when I touch him. It feels like I'm touching a dead man. Yeah, that's it... dead. Nevertheless, I go on caressing his skin, his breast, his shoulder. Maybe he jneedneeds time. Time to cope with his emotions, with the idea of what he just did. What we just did. Maybe it was all too much. And maybe... yeah, maybe it was wrong after all.

I watch him closely, but he doesn't even look at me. He seems to be in another world, far away from what happened, and far away from me.

Damn. It was me. I was too harsh, and I made him do something he didn't want to, and now he's gonna hate me for it. I fondle him one more time, trying to express what I feel for him, hoping that he feels it too, but at the same time knowing that he doesn't. I'm not even sure if he's capable of loving after all. I've never heard him talk about someone he loves. Not a girl, and surely not a man!

Damn! Suddenly, I feel like I'm falling. I'm falling, and all I can do is watch him become smaller and smaller in the distance. And it won't be long until I crash. But I won't crash. I know it. I've been there before. And although I swore that I will never get there again, it happened. I let it happen. Because I thought he is worth it. And now, I'm gonna pay for it.

When he pushes my hand away from him, I don't even try to hinder him. I don't try to prevent him from getting up, and going to the minibar. My eyes follow his every move, and with every step he takes, I feel colder. He open the door to the minibar and takes out one of the small bottles. It's whiskey. And he drowns it as if it was water. Another one. This time, it's baileys. He doesn't care. And another one. He wants to forget, and he knows that the drinks will help him do it. Now, it's whiskey again. And then gin. I don't even try to stop him. I just lie there and watch his moves, let my eyes walk over his body, knowing, that it's going to be the last time I see him naked.

After he drowned the last one of the small bottles, he turns around and looks at me. His gaze is cold, yet irritated, but I know what he thinks. So I point to his clothes on the floor. And I watch him get dressed. When he's ready, he goes to the door and turns around one more time.

"Good night, Viggo." Then he opens the door and leaves me lying on the bed, unable to breathe.

That was it, Viggo. Accept it. He's gone, and he's not coming back. He will never set foot into my bed again. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that it's better this way. It would have never worked out. He w to to be free, and he needs to be free. And although this night might have changed something in him, he will never admit it to himself. Tomorrow, he will get up and chase after women again, get his kick out of flirting with them, leading them on, and luring them hinto his bed. And he will forget about this night. About me. And all I will ever get from him again is talk about work, about movies, and maybe a smile. One of his wonderful, heartbreaking smiles.


** tbc **