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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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We fell silent for a moment, feeling our bodies cool down, the sweat drying on our naked skin. The smell of sex was quite strong in the air. It was really quite weird. After a while Chris rolled over on one side, looking at me intensely. His head was in his hand, propped up on his elbow.
“Is it actually true?”
“Is what true?”
“What you tell all of those naughty out journalists. That you are a top.”
“What?” I was giggling again and I looked back at Chris with amusement. I nodded my head.
“Yes. Christ, why do you ask?”
“Hmm,” Chris looked at me with his marvellous hazel eyes. “I just thought that you could prove that.”
I stopped laughing, feeling rather irritated all of a sudden.
“You don’t mean…” I began but my voice broke.
“Yeah, I do mean.” Chris continued for me. “Fuck me. That’s what I mean. Will you?”
I stared at him in total disbelieve. I had to swallow a couple of times before I could say anything at all. This was getting farther than I had ever dared to imagine.
“Yes,” I nodded my head slowly. “Yes, I will. If you want me to.”
“Would I ask if I wouldn’t want you to?” he asked gently, brushing my chest softly with his fingertips.
“No,” I smiled. “ I guess you wouldn’t”
I looked into his eyes for a long moment, then leaned in to kiss him gently on the mouth before I got up.
“I’ll get some lubricant from the bathroom,” I explained.
My legs felt like jelly as I walked through the dark room over to the bathroom. And my head still felt as if it was partly stuffed with cotton balls. I was exhausted and tired but the simple thought of what Chris had asked of me send shivers through me. The tension in my loins was building again and I could feel my slack penis stir once more. Chris wanted me to fuck him. And I was going to do just that. Hmm, almost too good to be true. I found a tube of KY and another condom and peed quickly before I went back into the bedroom. Chris had proped the pillows up against the bedhead so that we could sit up comfortably. He had taken the bottle of Bordeaux over to the bed and was sipping at it.
“Good choice,” he said when he saw me approaching. “Do you have something to get a little bit refreshed?”
“Like?” I asked innocently.
“Like something stronger than the wine.”
“A line?”
He nodded.
“Sure.” I dropped the KY and the condom on the bed next to Chris and went over to the Edwardian writing table on the far side of the room, next to the window. It seemed to be even darker outside now and rain was pouring down in heavy gushes, hammering against the window. The wind was making eerie noises that made you think of ghosts as it blew around corners, balconies and little towers and got itself caught up in chimneys and the through. I lifted a small silver box, which was round and no bigger than a 2 pound coin. I also took a miniature barber’s knife, a small pocket mirror and a folded 20 $ bill. When I had taken coke for the first time, I had snorted it with a dollar bill and I stuck to the habit although I knew that some of my acquaintances preferred silver straws. I went back to the bed and settled down comfortably next to Chris, taking the bottle of wine from him. I took a deep drink and relaxed against the soft cushions. Chris had taken the things from me and was balancing the mirror on his drawn up knees. He took a pinch of the white powder form the box and carefully cut out four tiny lines on the reflective surface. I watched him roll up the dollar bill, sniffing first one, then the other line. His eyes were closed, his head back and he was rubbing his nose. Some clichés were always true.
I took the mirror from him, careful not to shatter the lines. He handed me the bill and I snorted my lines. The first flash hit my brain almost at once. I felt light-headed and giddy but my head felt clear and I was wide awake once more. Adrenaline was being pumped through my veins and everything could happen, just as everything would be fine. Just fine. When I opened my eyes I saw Chris starring at me with heavy lids.
“Good stuff, “ he muttered.
I drew him close to kiss him again. Softly at first, then more and more urgently. The hunger was back. Chris returned the kiss feverishly, pushing in deep with is tongue. Our hands began searching out sensitive parts of our bodies, twisting nipples and rubbing thighs. I was getting hard.
“Lay down,” I told Chris. He immediately complied and just said.
“You don’t waste any time now, do you?”
I laughed, getting into a kneeling position behind Chris who lay stretched out flat on his stomach.
“I just thought you don’t want to finish after about 5 second, that’s why,” I told him, spreading his legs further. I put the rubber over my erect member quickly and then turned all my attention to Chris. First I simply massaged his buttocks until he began to moan softly. Then I took the KY and poured some of the cold liquid on Chris waiting bum. I rubbed it over his hole, down to the base of his cock. I continued the rubbing for a while, slowly pressing harder and harder against his entrance. When I felt that Chris was relaxed enough, I inserted my index finger slowly. Pressing in gently, turning and twisting slightly to loosen him up. More tiny moans rewarded me soon enough and I put a second finger in. I began to push in and out, first slowly then a little faster, all the while searching for the spot that would stimulate Chris prostate best. I seemed to have found it for Chris began to squirm underneath my touch. Time for the third finger and quicker pushes. By now I was wanking myself with slow, even strokes to get nicely hard for what I intended to do. Just when Chris began to push his ass up to meet my pushes, I pulled my fingers out again. He sighed and I laughed softly.
“Not so fast, Mr Lowe. Turn around now. Come on, on your back.”
Chris rolled over, looking at me while I poured some more lube down on my dick and continued the wanking for a little while.
“Doggy-fashion?” Chris suggested impatiently.
I grabbed his legs, folding them down over his chest, putting his ankles on my shoulders. I propped myself up with one arm, guiding my dick to rest against Chris hole. I teased him for a moment, pressing against the opening without entering. I felt the muscles in Chris anus going slack suddenly and then had an easy job pushing my cockhead in. I waited for a few seconds, watching Chris intently. When he gave a little nod, I rested my weight on both hands, placed next to Chris shoulders and pushed in slowly. Inch by inch disappeared into the heat of Chris insides until I was fully in. His inner muscles were nicely tight around me and I breathed in deeply. That was going to be fun. The coke was giving me another little flash and it intensified the pleasure of being inside another guy’s ass. I began drawing out slowly until the only connection between us was the head of my cock. The I slid back in, equally slow, letting him feel the length of my shaft gliding over his prostate glanse. I repeated the motion for a few minutes, concentrating hard to follow the slow rhythm, losing myself in it completely. When I opened my eyes I saw Chris was fast at work at himself and the sight of his thick cock pulsing in his hand sent a severe shiver down my spine. I forced myself to continue the slow pushes a little while longer but the tension in my body was getting worse and the raw need almost too much to handle. Chris was trembling beneath me, still wanking himself.
“I’m…I’m almost there,” he moaned between gasps for air. Another shiver went down my spine, seemingly setting the blood rushing down to my balls on fire.
“Okay. Stop now.” I panted. “Let me finish you off.”
I pulled out slowly once more but then slammed in hard. Pulling out, pushing back in. In and out. Hard and fast. Again and again and again and again. Sweat was running down my back and my balls slammed against Chris arse every time I pushed back into him. In and out. In and out. Repeating the motion until another wave of pure pleasure flooded through me. This was so good, I didn’t want it to end. I came again, pushing in frantically now, my rhythm becoming erratic. I continued to push while my sperm collected in the rubber. Just when I was about finished, Chris let out a deep moan. He was shaking and throwing his head from one side to the other. Somehow I managed to grab his dick with one hand and his seed began to spill over it before I could apply a single stroke. Getting limp myself, I drew out of Chris, losing the rubber somewhere in the tangled sheets. Chris moaned again, shooting his cum over my hand and on his belly. Then it was over.
I collapsed next to Chris, snuggling close. His body was hot and damp and it felt good to hold him close. We lay there like spoons in a drawer. I was still floating on the aftershocks of the orgasm, my dick half hard again against Chris bum, my breathing shallow but I was quite happy. I guess I was wondering how it would be to go on tour with Chris after this incident. But before I could come to a conclusion I drifted over into deep sleep.
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