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Chelsea White	By : Chris Category: Individual Celebrities > Ewan McGregor Views: 2380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nothing but smut here.....:) Ewan is really beginning to enjoy himself....and so is the boy....So enjoy it your hearts content, and even more to come (yes, more than this!)- ta....

“Turn around, love. Put your hands flat on the door, and leave them there. Then spread your legs. I want to see your arse…all of it.”

He turned slowly, gathering himself as he did so, following the commands dutifully. How quickly he became so submissive to this young one….and so easily he accepted it.

Sounds of footsteps coming closer. “Wider, Ewan.”

He complied, and was rewarded by a sharp but not painful slap on his rear.

“Firm,” he heard. “I like that. I like an ass I can grab.” He began to knead the flesh hard, making Ewan whimper and shut his eyes. Another slap on the same cheek. “No sounds from you. You’re a man- take it like one.”

He nodded, eyes still shut tight.

The flesh was palmed hard again, but Ewan stifled his sounds of protests, his body shuddering instead. He used both hands roughly, and despite this treatment, Ewan made no attempt to plead with him to stop. He moved his hands up his back in teasing strokes, slipping from back to front, and up and down.

Ewan wanted to cry from frustration, from the embarrassment…and from pleasure. It was all of those things he’d heard being dominated would be- but more out of control than even he imagined. He tried not to react out of his role, but he found that harder than anything else.

It was then that the young man pushed himself against Ewan, and how he felt the wood against his face, and moan that escaped him. His body against his- teasing, his mouth wet and hot, teasing and licking and sucking on his ear with torturous movements, hands covering and pinning down his hands. His body, pressed tight against the door, feeling the hardness nestled behind him wrapped in denim and metal, the rough softness of his shirt, the brushing of the young man’s stubble against his neck as he licked at his neck. Heard him call Ewan a ‘kinky bugger’…. Heard him ask him if he wanted to be fucked…..

He was so gone, he didn’t even know his name.

Moving against him more, his hardness teasing him. He whispered, “Do you want it, Ewan?”

He nodded frantically, trying to keep sane.

“How bad do you want it? Tell me.”

Taking a deep breath, he replied in a rasp, “Please….I …want you to….to….”

“Tell me you want me to fuck you, Ewan. I want to hear it just like that.”

“I…I…want you…to….fuck me….please….”

A hand moves to his hair, pulling it away from the back of his neck. Gasping as he is nipped by sharp teeth, then whimpers as the bite is laved with his tongue. “Say it like you mean it, Ewan.”

“Please….please, I want….” His hair grabbed, jerked back slightly. His eyes widened, glancing from the corner of his left eye as he tries to keep quiet. The look in the young man’s eyes….so cold almost….cold, but with an inner flame….

“Don’t stutter, *love*,” he growled at him. “Say it like you mean it. Tell me like you want me to do it.”

He closed his eyes slightly, then swallowed and said, “I want you….to fuck me…please,” as calmly as he could. He saw a small smile appear.

“Very good, love. Very good.”

“Please….may I…ask you…something….sir?”

A dark brow raised. “What do you want to know, love?”

“Your…your….name…..could you tell me…your name?” He made his body as submissive as he could.

“Why?”

“Please…if I have offended….”

A laugh. “No, you haven’t, Ewan. Not by a long shot.” He loosened his hold on his hair and pushed his face back against doordoor. “Do you really want to know?”

Ewan nodded, not moving another inch.

“I’ll tell you, love…after I feel your mouth on my cock.”

Ewan didn’t gasp, but more less wanted to melt into a puddle at his feet. //Oh fuck…is that a punishment? Please…please….punish me *more*….// “Yes….sir…”

Another laugh. “Easy, aren’t you? I like slutty boys. Boys that will suck you off in a heartbeat. Ones that know how to give head…..” He paused. “You give good head, don’t you, love?”

A whisper. “Yes…” //Or so I am told…//

“I’ll bet on that. I bet you give excellent head, slutty thing you are.” He removed himself from against Ewan and moved away. Since he had not told him to move, Ewan stayed in his position, trembling and panting from the emotions roiling in his body. He heard him sit down…a small thump as he removed his shoes and – he assumed- his socks as well…..and then the faint metal hiss of an zipper.

“Turn around.” The voice was now throaty with want. He turned slowly and faced him. He was sprawled on the bed, his shirt pushed up over his stomach and jeans half open. His mouth watered at the thought of what lay hidden there….not very well hidden, given the bulge that he saw. But just out of his vision….

He rested a hand on his stomach, the other tucked behind his head casually, a sensual smile on his face. Moving the hand on his stomach lower, he said, “Come over here. Show me, love. Show me how a pretty boy like you gives head. Lemme see how well that mouth looks with a cock in it…..show me how you use you mouth and tongue….show me what a slutty boy like you can do….”

Every statement enflamed Ewan’s desire. He had been called many things…but none of them sounded so desirable as they did coming out the mouth of a gorgeous boy like this. He found himself moving closer, focused on only his voice….the placement of his hand….freeing his cock from those very annoying pants…

He fell on his knees next to the bed, watching his face. He grinned at him, then sat up a little and grasped a handful of his hair, pulling him closer and slamming his mouth against his. Ewan was caught off guard and he almost lost his balance, but somehow managed to catch himself before he fell into his lap. The kiss…if you could call what he was doing to his mouth….was intense beyond intense. It was closer to a oral fucking, he reckoned- the boy had a very wicked and active tongue, and seemed to not come up for air until he was ready. He pulled away and smiled.

“Couldn’t wait,” he said breathlessly. “Needed to do that.” He sat up again and leaned back on his elbows, watching. “Well? I am waiting, Ewan.”

Catching his breath- and mind- he wavered on his knees for a moment before he moved his body closer. He placed his hands on his thighs, spreading them slightly. The boy’s eyes narrowed in pleasure, a dark smile on his face. He moved his body closer, lowering his face towards his crotch. He was sure he could smell how good he looked….his mouth now over the bulge, he exhaled.

A moan. “Now now, Ewan,” he rasped. “No teasing. Suck me.”

//Fuck that….I am gonna show you how it feels….// He breathed over him again and felt a sharp jerk on his hair. He shut his eyes quickly.

“No. Teasing. Ewan.,” he said in even tones. “Understand?”

He nodded, eyes still shut tightly.

He relaxed the grip a bit and then caressed his head. “Good boy…now…do it…”

Ewan moved his right hand upwards and fingered the zipper a second before lowering it….and was finally face to crotch, so to speak. He sat back a moment, just watching it emerge, and without being told to, he began pulling his pants down some more. When he felt as though they were no longer an obstacle- in essence, that they completely off his body-, he slipped his left hand onto his hip- as narrow as he imagined it to be- and steadied his cock with his right hand.

//Okay, lad- do what you do best… use that gifted tongue of yours….// He had been told in the past that his technique could make the most frigid person beg for more, but of that he couldn’t say- he just did what he knew would like done to him…..and this what this boy was gonna get tenfold.

He began licking at the tip, running his tongue around the head….dipping the tip into his slit…then tracing the veins, pulsing under his tongue, up and down, tasting him fully, not satisfied until he was sure he had made himself familiar with the texture and feel….sliding his questing tongue below the base, to nuzzle at his balls- something most people overlooked- inhaling most heat there, and then licking them subtly…..

The boy fell back on the bed, moaning. “Jesus fucking *hell*, Ewan,” he rasped. “Fucking kill me, why don’t you….” He was beginning to writhe under his mouth.

//You asked for it….love…// After satisfying himself there, he moved up his cock again and finally engulfed the tip….sucking it slowly and deeply into his mouth….how warm it fet mat made his own cock even harder than it had been… and he internalized the sounds the boy made, using them as fuel, making sure to move further down on his cock….//fuck…this kid’s packing a bloody poker…// He started breathing through his nose, inhaling his maleness, and let him slip further back into his throat….//But Christ, he feels so damn good….mmm…//

A hand hard on his head, pressing his face down. “That’s it….let me fuck your face…like…that….” His hand pulled hard on his hair, guiding him….leading him as he needed to be led…..Ewan moaned, feeling his mouth being violated over and over by the rough motions of this boy….and he complied, moving as he was told….

“Faster…faster, damn it….take it all…”

//Mmmmm…if I can, I will….// He seemed to fill all of his mouth now, expanding…although he knew it wasn’t possible, it seemed that way….and it felt glorious….faster…faster now….
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