Dídac raised his hands, running his fingertips over the diaphanous material, feeling Kim’s cock and balls warm under his touch, before slipping his fingers beneath the elastic waistband at his hips and pulling the briefs down his thighs. Kim’s cock sprang out straight. Broad andflat, it was thicker at its base, tapering up to its snug, circumcised head. A bead of precum winked on the tiny slit before his eyes. Dídac stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly, savoring its sweet and salty taste. Opening his mouth, he took the head inside and began to lick the tip. Kim shuddered and sighed as he felt Dídac’s tongue worshiping his manhood. The younger man kept his strokes light, nimbly fluttering his tongue around the head and flicking the underside of Kim’s glans deftly. Kim placed his hands on the crown of Dídac’s head, sinking his fingers into the thick curls, and began applying gentle pressure. In answer, Dídac let Kim’s cock slide deeper into his throat, all the time keeping the pressure of his lips tight around Kim’s cock, and working his tongue around the shaft and up and down the glans. Kim’s head found the back of Dídac’s throat, making him gag slightly, and immediately drew slowly back out.
Dídac, sucking hard with his lips, made sure to keep his teeth well out of contact. He couldn’t believe it—was he really sucking the great theater director Kim Delatour’s dick? He thought back to the first time he had seen Kim up on stage, when his mother had brought him to see the productionBoomerang. It was amazing to think that Kim had been almost exactly the same age that he, Dídac was now. Kim had absolutely dominated the stage, like some huge glistening eagle, spreading its wings and extending its gilded feathers toward the farthest reaches of the theater, touching every single person in the audience with his masterful presence. It had helped that the muscular, blond twenty-five-year-old had been dressed for most of the production in a body-hugging golden body suit, leaving little to the imagination, including the awesome paquet he was now holding in his mouth. The young Dídac had returned home and spent the entire night fantasizing—and yes, masturbating—to the stunning impression the great KimDelatour had made on his young mind—and his young heart. Kim was sighing now at the effect that he, Dídac, was having on him.
Opening his eyes, Kim looked down at Dídac. Pulling him to his feet, he kissed him on the lips.
“Thank you, that was amazing.”
“Thankyou, it feels unreal to be here with you.”
“I know, right? I feel that we should have got to this point from the first day we met.”
Dídac made a face.
“I still feel terrible about that.”
“Forget it already. We’ve talked about that. It’s over. I’m just glad to be here with you now.”
“Me too.”
“Lie down on the bed,” Kim instructed.
Dídac complied. Kim leaned over him, kissing him on the lips, then on the cheek, behind his ear, sending his tongue like a quick, hot messenger down the pure curve of Dídac’s neck before nestling in the hollow of his collarbone. Kim took hold of both of Dídac’s hands, pinning him to the bed, and continued to explore with his tongue down Dídac’s body. Breathing across the muscular globes of his pecs with their short, dark hairs, he found again those two dark aureoles of Dídac’s nipples, and once again set about worrying them with his tongue. Dídac moaned in response, squirming in Kim’s grasp, trying to escape from the delicious torture. But Kim was unmoved, continuing relentlessly at his purpose, aiming to reduce Dídac, through the sensual torment, to nothing more than a writhing jelly of sensation in his power.
He adjusted his firm grip on Dídac’s wrists, pulling them down beside his waist, from where simply by the weight of his body, Kimcould hold Dídac immobile. And exploring deeper down, using his moist tongue to wet the erotic forest of Dídac’s love trail, Kim attacked that thick curling carpet of dark hair, following it down his body, until he was lapping at the elastic waistband of Dídac’s underwear.
He dropped his head even further, sniffing the intense smells emanating from Dídac’s groin: sweat, but also an animal hint of pheromones, that suggested wolf or some other apex predator. Pressing his nose to the warm bulk of Dídac’s bulge, Kim inhaled deeply, relishing the wild scent of him that that hot month of July only emphasized. He stuck out his tongue and touched Dídac’s spongy firmness. Using the stiff blade of his tongue, he delicately explored the outline of Dídac’s sex and balls through the stretchy material. Dídac continued to moan in ecstasy, writhing and bucking his hips up toward Kim’s face.
Letting go Dídac’s wrists for a moment, Kim grabbed the waistband of Dídac’s briefs and pulled them down his thighs in one fast movement, so that Dídac’s cock sprang free from its prison. Immediately Kim went back and grabbed Dídac’s wrists again, pressing down with his weight to immobilize the boy’s wrists afresh. He admired Dídac’s fat, wedge-shaped dick and compact, uncircumcised head, standing up vertically over an inviting pair of heavy brown testicles, furred in dark curling pubic hair. Blowing gently on them he smiled to hear Dídac moan in anguish. Then he applied his lips and tongue. Dídac sighed. Gently he traced the length of Dídac’s cock with the tip of his tongue, up to the pointed head and down the shaft again toward his balls. Noticing how Dídac’s testes roiled and moved within their sac like slow boiling oil under his tongue, he stayed there for a while, exploring the rolling contours, working to heat him even further. From there he trailed his tongue up Dídac’s sex again, but this time his lips enclosed the head. He licked his lips to moisten them, circling histongue around the crown. Then in a slow-motion plunge, he took Dídac fully into his mouth. He was rewarded with another passionate sigh, and Dídac bucked his hips, pushing up into Kim’s throat, even as his wrists strained against Kim’s firm grip, striving to be free. Kim drew back slowly up Dídac’s length, suctioning his lips tight around his meat. Again he went down, establishing a slow rhythm.
19
Dídac lay on the bed, looking up at Kim above him, straddling his thighs. Kim was holding his wrists, using his weight to keep Dídac’s arms clamped by his sides. Maybe Dídac could have twisted free, but he had no desire to do that. It was so hot to be held down like this by the great theater director, Kim Delatour.
And then Kim went down on him—not what he had expected. Up until then, Kim had been dominant, stern and, commanding—all qualities Dídac found unbelievably hot and erotic. But Kim’s lips around him was something else. Kim took him slowly deeper into the hot cave of his mouth. Dídac sighed, mentally trying to control himself—the last thing he needed now was to cum too early. He wanted this scene to last forever. He had no idea how what they were doing tonight would affect their relationship in the rehearsal room. Would they be able to work together? Again he pushed the play from his mind, focusing again on the hot, moist beauty of Kim’s mouth and lips working up and down his cock.
Kim took his mouth off Dídac and raised himself up on his arms, staring down at the young actor. His piercing blue eyes were like two laser beams cutting into Dídac’s mind with a painful directness.
“I want to fuck you.”
Dídac didn’t trust his voice to reply, but he gazed up at Kim, nodding dumbly. Kim released his wrists and stood up. He turned and left for a moment, disappearing into his bathroom, returning a few moments later with a small black toiletry pouch, He threw it on the bed beside Dídac and stood for a moment, looking down.
“You are beautiful.”
Dídac’s cock jerked in response. No one had ever spoken to him in that tone, with so much frankness. Even though he was lying on this bed nude before Kim, the director’s gaze and that bursting emotion in his voice made Dídac feel doubly naked beneath his intense regard.
“Lift up your legs,” Kim commanded, holding his firm gaze.
To obey such an order should have made Dídac feel cheap and humiliated. Nobody had ever given him such an instruction in that tone of voice. To expose his ass just like that to Kim would normally have made Dídac feel like a tawdry whore. Perhaps he was, but this was Kim, whom he trusted, who had held authority over him since he had first seen that commanding presence up on stage back when he was fifteen. Silently, Dídac complied, raising his legs into the air, while never breaking eye contact. They seemed to be linked by a psychic cord connecting them to each other through that intense mutual gaze. He grasped his own thighs for support, and for a few seconds, they remained like that, Kim staring down at Dídac on the bed, and Dídac looking up, holding his thighs and offering his asshole to the other man.
Finally Kim broke their gaze, looking down between Dídac’s legs. For another few long moments, he studied the sight before him,breathing almost audibly through his mouth. Dídac held his position as if obeying some military diktat. Finally Kim moved. Kneeling on the floor beside the bed, he placed his hands on Dídac’s thighs, keeping them in position. Working up saliva in his mouth, he parted his lips and let it dribble from his mouth, down onto Dídac’s hole. Dídac whimpered at the unexpected contact.
Kim followed the natural lubricant with his tongue, lowering his head to Dídac’s ass as the other man lay back and stared at the ceiling. But he soon began to groan in ecstasy as the tip of Kim’s tongue played with his rosebud. Dídac was glad he had showered before leaving the house, so that things wouldn’t be too musky down there. However, Kim showed no sign of minding. His tongue began to work deeper and more forcefully into Dídac’s hole, while now applying his whole mouth and lips to the task, eating Dídac’s ass hungrily. Dídac was moaning uncontrollably, feeling Kim’s hot tongue ravishing this most tender spot. He felt himself relaxing and opening as Kim’s dexterous tongue pushed and massaged deeper and deeper into his hole, spitting and applying more and more saliva until the whole area was slippery and wet. The night air felt cool and fresh on his damp skin, everywhere Kim’s tongue had explored.
Then Kim stood up. The sudden break in contact of that ravishing activity felt like a physical shock. But Dídac had no time to respond. He stared up at Kim standing between his legs. The man’s phallus was hard and standing up vertically from his torso. Grabbing the pouch from the bed, Kim unzipped it and pulled out a condom. Ripping the packet open with his teeth, he unrolled the rubber down his hard length. From the pouch, he took a small tube of lubricant, and squeezed some onto his palm before lubricating his sheathed cock. Then, taking hold ofDídac’s ankles, he knelt on the bed and maneuvered until the tip of his dick was resting against Dídac’s hole, pushing in.
Again, Kim sought Dídac with his eyes, and held that gaze. His stare was intense, like some blue-eyed raptor with its concentration locked on its victim. Dídac stared up, feeling not just like prey but also at the same time lovingly protected in Kim’s aura. As Kim pushed in, Dídac tried to breathe and relax. He felt he was drowning in those huge pools of blue looking down upon him. Kim leaned down and kissed Dídac on the lips. At the same time, using just the momentum of his weight, he pushed smoothly inside Dídac. Whatever sound or cry Dídac might have made was caught and trapped by Kim’s avid mouth. Even as his cock pushed inside him, so too his tongue returned to its conquest of Dídac’s mouth. Their tongues entwined once more in a passionate dance. His hands now free, Dídac grabbed for Kim’s mane of blond hair, losing his fingers in his thick locks. Kim’s presence inside him hurt, but the man remained still for long moments, kissing him and waiting for him to relax and adjust to this intrusion. Then he flexed once, making Dídac wince and whimper slightly, which Kim covered again with his mouth. He kept his mouth locked on Dídac’s while he slowly pulled back, withdrawing until just the tip hovered inside Dídac’s sphincter. Dídac felt the loss of his lover inside him. His right hand slid down onto Kim’s strong back, caressing the firm musculature, but also unconsciously urging Kim to do what he did next, and ease his full length back inside Dídac, who this time sighed. The pain had lessened. What he wanted now was to feel filled up by Kim, and his lover obliged, pushing in as deep as he could and flexing so that Dídac felt a surge of heat against his prostrate. Kim established a gentle regular rhythm, pulling out to where his cock head was stretching and expanding Dídac’s sphincter, before sliding slowly, inexorablydeep into Dídac’s ass once again, plunging as deep as he was able and flexing at his utmost reach. When Kim lifted his mouth off Dídac’s momentarily, the younger actor moaned loudly in ecstasy. Kim was now panting, thrusting faster into Dídac, who took hold of his own cock and began to pull himself, stretching his foreskin up around the head and back down again to masturbate his shaft. With his other hand, he caressed Kim’s back and buttocks, pulling him into him with each fresh thrust. Their pelvises ground together as they fucked, and sweat poured off them, giving their bodies a slippery sheen. Kim’s hair splayed around his face in dark, damp ringlets. He pulled Dídac’s legs together, supporting them on one of his shoulders, and wrapping a strong arm around Dídac’s calves. The position meant Dídac could use the force of his inner anal muscles, and he squeezed them around Kim’s cock every time he drew back.
“Uh!” Kim sighed, as the pressure on his dick intensified. He accelerated his strokes, plunging deep and fast into Dídac’s ass. “I’m getting close.”
