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The Samurai in Autumn	By : fundamellie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pet Shop Boys Views: 1857 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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It was about 20 minutes past 11 later that evening. After a long, hot bath I was sitting in one of the wing chairs, a glass of fine Bordeaux on the drum table next to me. My mind was going back to that strange episode between Chris and me. Everything seemed so unreal now. Nothing special had happened between us since that ‘naughty Neil’ remark and during dinner all had been back to normal. I took another sip of the wine and pulled the dressing-gown closer around me. It was getting a bit cold in the bedroom. I got up with a sigh and went to close the window. I liked to stand there to gaze over the vastness of the fields stretching out to the North. You could get lost in your thoughts so easily starring into a landscape composed only of greys, browns and greens on an autumn day like this. Dark clouds seemingly touching the treetops on the horizon, a weak sun hanging low, raindrops running down the window pane. But now all there was was blackness, not just that grey darkness one knows from nights in big cities but a darkness where everything was pitch-black and you couldn’t see your hand in front of your eyes. A scary darkness. No stars in the sky, only more dark clouds chasing after one another in a rapid speed and an icy wind blowing the last leaves from the trees. I felt so goddamn lonely all of a sudden. Why did things always go wrong? Or, more to the point: Why did love always go wrong with me? I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. No more tears now. What had happened had happened and could not be changed. Over and gone. Forever. Let love be a catastrophe or a war you lost but at least I was still here. Life would go on. It always did.
A sudden knock on the door interrupted my gloomy thoughts. “Susan,” I thought. The door swung open before I could move or say anything. It wasn’t my sister, it was Chris who closed the door behind him and lingered there for a moment as if uncertain.
“ Can I come in?” he asked, looking at me with a quizzical face expression.
“Sure, “ I said. “And besides, you’re in already. Can’t you sleep?”
“ I didn’t try yet,” Chris replied, coming a few steps closer. He was dressed only in a T-shirt and boxers and he was barefoot.
“Didn’t you think of those well-muscled legs and arms earlier today?” I thought.
But, Jesus, he did look good that way.
“You must be freezing,” I said, for the sake of saying anything at all.
“Maybe you can do something to warm me up,” he suggested, winking at me. He was coming closer until he stood less than an arm’s length away. A breath caught in my throat and my heart was pounding, That strange unnerving something was back in the air between us. He eyed me up and down, but said nothing for a while. Seconds ticked by as slowly as hours and my body felt all tense and hot again.
“We are nervous today, are we?” Chris teased but his voice was soft, his eyes warm and his smile showed no trace of scorn. He put his hands on my shoulders and I inhaled sharply. That simple touch alone send quite a shiver down my spine. He let his hands slide down my back and back up. I closed my eyes and held my breath. His hands went down my chest, gently brushing over the soft fabric of the dressing-gown, resting just above my hips. I heard myself moan.
“Relax,” Chris muttered into my ear as he untied the belt of the gown, sliding his hands in below the cloth, pushing it over my shoulders. I let it fall to the ground, not willing to do anything to spoil the moment. I took a small step closer to Chris and suddenly, I don’t know how it began, we were kissing. Chris tongue was hot in my mouth, he tasted of lager and toothpaste. It felt so good I was quite stunned by the sensation. I knew this man so well and yet I didn’t know him at all. Not this way. But I had the feeling that I would find out a few things that night. I was beyond caring or being embarrassed. I felt my dick hardening already. The kiss went on forever. A hot, deep kiss that spoke of desire. His lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue filled my mouth, exploring every corner of it. Running along my teeth, playing with my tongue. I did the same with Chris, we were breathless but couldn’t get enough of each other. His hands grabbed my hips and I had my arms around his neck, drawing him as close as possible. His erection pressed itself against my thigh while my own was trapped not only below three layers of cloth but in between our bodies. I moaned again and could feel Chris shiver in my embrace. Finally Chris broke our kiss and took a small step back.
“Get out of your pyjama,” he commanded, breathing hard. I complied, throwing first the pyjama shirt, then the pants on the floor. While I undressed I watched Chris do the same. His T-shirt came down, exposing his slightly muscular chest with the thick curly hair between his now erect nipples. Then his boxers followed and he stood there in front of me. Completely naked while I was still wearing my CK boxer briefs.
Chris laughed. “ You always have to make things a little complicated, haven’t you?”
I reached down to remove my undies, but Chris shock his head.
“No, leave them on.” The grin he flashed at me promised something wicked.
A small shiver crawled down my spine. I just couldn’t take my eyes off Chris pulsing hard dick. This was so mad. I had thought I knew this man inside out, knew what made him tick and all and now we were standing here in the middle of my bedroom and were getting hot over each other. We kissed again but only briefly, our hand reluctantly caressing each others naked chests and shoulders. Carefully as if fearing that one fast movement could shatter the spell.
“Lay down on the bed,” Chris whispered in my ear. I gasp. It was really going to happen. We were going to have sex! It was so unreal.
I did as I was told, desperately wishing I could get out of my boxers. My hard cock began to feel somewhat uncomfortable trapped within the soft cotton confinement. I pulled back the bedspread and lay down, feeling a bit nervous. The lights went out and darkness flooded the room. I closed my eyes, listening to the soft sound of Chris naked feet as he made his way across the room. His additional weight made the mattress dent slightly as he knelt down next to me. One of his hands moved slowly over my chest, palm pressed down flatly while his other trailed down the lines of my legs. His fingertips brushed over my hips, tracing the sharp bones there, down over the soft insides of my thighs and around the knees. Then up again and down, over and over for a few minutes. I was back on fire in no time. Then he ran his fingertips over the length of my still covered erection, nails softly scratching over the cloth, sending a wave of fresh pleasure through me. I heard Chris chuckle softly, then felt him stretch out next to me, naked skin sliding down the length of my body, his own dick pressed hard against my hip. My eyes flew open as Chris started to suck at my nipples. His lips and tongue were hot and he sucked long and hard at each nipple, squeezing and twisting the other between his fingers. My hands rushed feverishly over Chris body in order to feel as much of his naked skin as possible. He was glowing with a fierce heat from within and a thin layer of sweat began to dampen his skin. Somehow I managed to draw him close to kiss him again deeply and his teeth were playfully biting my lips. A sweet metallic taste filled my mouth.
“You don’t get a bloody lip twice a day that often,” I thought absent-mindedly. But soon Chris lips were on my neck, sucking hard at the spot underneath my left ear, his tongue trailing paths of liquid fire down my throat. He was still playing with my nipples and they began to hurt a little from all the pulling and twisting but somehow that only doubled the sensation.
“Get me out of those fucking pants,” I demanded, panting heavily.
“You really want it, eh?” Chris asked, his voice hardly more than a hoarse whisper.
“Yes,” I almost moaned.
His tongue was now circling my right nipple and the tension was getting truly unbearable.
“Yes, I do want it.”
“Okay, get your hips up.”
I did and Chris pulled the boxers down with one swift motion. I breathed a sigh of relieve. Now that was better! My penis bounced up quite happily, rock hard and dripping slightly with pre-cum.
“Do you have any condoms here?” came Chris voice again, this time from somewhere down the lower end of the bed.
“There, in the drawer next to the bed, “ I explained.
Without a warning Chris mouth closed around one of my toes, drawing it in and sucking hard at it. It gave me quite a star and I let out a small scream of surprise. I’m sure that if Chris hadn’t been busy using his tongue to lick the soft spots between my toes, he would have given me that teasing grin again. I was squirming as he continued to lap at the soles of my feet. That feeling was intolerable, it tickled like hell, yet it send hot waves of desire through me as well. Chris had me in helpless giggles as well as in helpless moans of pleasure. And it had only taken him a few seconds. Just as I felt tears trailing down my cheeks from laughing so hard and was running out of breath, he stopped. I heared some small noises and pictured how he opend the drawer, overturning its contend untill he found what he had been looking for. A small, barely visible object came flying towards me and landed on my belly.
“You never know when you might need it,” Chris said in a low voice raw with lust.
I was still trying to get my breathing back under control, so I just nodded. My eyes were finally adjusting to the darkness filling the room and I could make out Chris kneeling between my spread legs, his own erection bumping up and down in eager expectation. He was just tossing the wrapper of the condom away and bent over to give me another hard kiss. I sucked his tongue in eagerly and felt the tension building again. I must have trembled for I felt Chris chuckling into my mouth before he withdrew.
“Don’t come on me yet when I get you dressed,” he commanded, sounding both amused and excited. I ground my teeth together and forced myself to relax, to calm my breathing and ignore the heat gathering in my loins. Chris grabbed my dick and held it encircled with one hand while he rolled the condom down with the other. It felt so good to have him finally touch me there that a sensation like moving bees rushed up my spine. The feeling intensified as Chris mouth closed around my erection. He pressed his lips tightly around my shaft, just below the cockhead and flicked his tongue over the sensitive glanse repeatedly in soft, fast strokes . He circled the top, holding the rubber so taunt that he could play with my foreskin. Then he began to suck hard on the head of my dick, pressing his tongue against the backside of my shaft. I wouldn’t last much longer, the pleasure couldn’t build like that without sending me over the edge. My hips were thrusting upwards to get deeper into Chris mouth but he held me in place quite firmly. My hands grabbed the bed sheets, the pillows, whatever, creasing and crumpling them. Chris was stroking my shaft now while he still licked the very top of my penis. I dug my nails into the mattress, forcing my eyes open to watch Chris sucking me for a moment. I was searching for the condom Chris had thrown at me. I found it next to me, half covered up by the messed up sheets. I had to put all my concentration on unpacking it while Chris made me tremble rather badly, bobbing his head up and down on me now, taking me deeply into his mouth. After the longest time I finally held the rubber in a shaking hand.
“Turn around, “ I ordered him in between some more moans. “Kneel over me. No, like that. Upside down. 69-time, boy.”
Somehow Chris managed to change his position without letting my dick leave his mouth. Amazing. I breathed in deeply, trying to concentrate on Chris rather than on my own growing excitement. It was my turn to grab Chris pulsing cock and I held it firmly trapped in my fist before I dressed him. It would be difficult to give him a good blow job without changing my position. My body was trapped underneath his weight. He knelt over me, his lower legs pressed against my upper body and hips, his ass right in front of my face if I lifted my head up from the pillow. So I let Chris erection bounce back, almost touching his belly and started to lick his bum instead. Circling his hole without actually rimming him. One hand found his balls that were covered with soft curly hair. I was testing them, weighing them and teasing them with feather-light touches and gentle squeezes. Chris moaned softly, he seemed to like the treatment. I went on to lick his balls, stroking them with my tongue like a kitten licking milk from a plate. I lapped at them and the base of his penis until I had him really wet right up to where the rubber ended. Then I guided Chris dick back to my mouth, holding it in place cupping his balls in one hand. I put my index finger and thumb around his shaft like a cockring. I licked the sides of the shaft, letting my tongue glide slowly over the rubber. I tried to relax the muscles in my throat before I took him in, sliding my lips over his hard flesh. I took him in as deeply as I could without feeling like suffocating or throwing up. I let him rest in my mouth for a moment, pressing my tongue along the length of his shaft as far as I could, softly licking what I could reach. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of completeness for the span of an heartbeat. It was as if a connection had been installed. Like an electric circuit had been closed and was now casting sparks of bliss and passion through our bodies. All my actions seemed to be mirrored by what Chris was doing to me, or maybe it was really the other way round. I was unable to tell. Sweat was running down Chris spine and I could feel his body tense on top of me. I grabbed his hips, pulling him even deeper into my mouth as I continued the sucking and licking. He began to shiver, his back arched as he threw his head back and moaned, thus releasing my own dick from his hot mouth. I went back to playing with his cockhead, sucking it hard as he had done before. While I did that, I held the shaft firmly in my fist, wanking him. He started to come, I cold feel the hot sperm collecting in the tip of the condom. He wanted to draw back, out of my mouth but I didn’t let him. I wanted to suck him until he was dry and spent. He groaned, still shooting his seed in my mouth – well the rubber, actually. My own body was so tense it hurt and I was glad when I felt the contraction in my balls. I envisioned the sperm starting its journey through my dick and as Chris hand closed around it once more, wanking me with hard, long strokes, I felt myself finally going over the edge as well. Vaguely I felt Chris shudder on top of me, his dick in my mouth slowly going limp. I let me slip out of it without further protest. I fell back into the pillow. My spine felt as if it was a metal staff glowing red hot with desire. My head stared to spin and then reality started to fade around me and all there was was the rhythm of the strokes and my own rapid heartbeat. The world had gone mute, I didn’t hear my moans as I finally came, shooting my sperm into the rubber in Chris hand. It didn’t seem to stop for a long time but then I, too, was spend. Seeing stars on a starless night.
I could feel Chris removing the rubber, no doubt tossing it carelessly to the floor before he collapsed next to me. We were a mess of tangled, sweaty limbs for some breathless moments. After a while Chris scrambled back to all fours, turned around and fell back onto the sheets next to me. His body barely touching mine. The only noises were our own gasping breathes. Slowly I was drifting back to the here and now and began to comprehend what had actually happened. I couldn’t help it but it made me laugh out loud. Next to me Chris stirred.
“What’s so blood funny?” he muttered.
“Nothing really.” I giggled. “I only thought how unreal this all is.”
“Unreal? “ He repeated. “ I could have sworn your hard-on was quite real.”
That only made me laugh more. “You got a point, you really do have a point, you know,” I admitted.
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