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Muscle Worship, Pose, Romance, Ollie, Carrying, Hong Kong

DAVID 157

 

David157Ollie watched shyly as the big man undid his bow tie and tossed it on the dresser. Ollie’s loins began to stir and so he sat on the edge of the bed and held his thighs together. He had waited for this night for so long. If nothing else happened tonight, he would still be happy. Dinner had been romantic…candlelight, the water lapping by the pool, and all that delicious food, everybody dressed to fancy. It was fun to be the center of attention in such a classy restaurant. Or rather, it was fun to be with the center of attention in such a classy restaurant.

He had maintained a very proper demeanor, as was befitting a young man on his birthday, and he was surprised that David seemed so at ease in a tux, as though he wore them all the time.

“I had a good time tonight,” said Ollie.

David undid his cufflinks and then began to unbutton his shirt. He smiled a wry smile and gazed sideways at Ollie. “Night’s not over yet.” And he winked.

Ollie swooned as the shirt was peeled off. “I think I better take a bath by myself,” he said.

David sauntered over to him and stood there, hands on his hips, and head held high and eyes turned downwards. “Oh you do, do you?”

Ollie just grinned, his head lolling as he was confronted with the enormous bulges…one in particular…in those well-tailored trousers. And then he let his head drop back and he looked up. His date emanated a power unlike any he had ever encountered. Pure lust. And he could use it like a weapon, unleashing it with a single flex or pose, until his subject was mesmerized. Or…he could hold it in check, and that, to Ollie’s amazement, was even more mesmerizing. Sweet and gentle. Understanding. Unassuming. Who would have ever known that the big man could do that too?

Their eyes met, and the room seemed to blur. David held out his hand and Ollie took it. He stood, and David scooped him up into his arms, smiling. The room began to fade as David walked towards the bathroom. Ollie was grinning now, and he too emanated his own gentle but powerful aura. Like a shimmering blue pearl, the light wrapped all around them.

“Hey,” David said. “Are you ticklish?”

Ollie’s grin grew, and he blushed. “N-no”

“You sure?”

“Y-yes.” His body stiffened in apprehension.

“Let’s see!”

“No!”

And David lifted him effortlessly to his face so that the young man was draped sideways across the top of his chest with his belly pressed against David’s face. David nibbled ferociously at Ollie’s belly, growling like a beast. Ollie squealed and his legs kicked and his arms flailed. David paused, and then attacked again. Ollie’s screams dissolved into gales of laughter and breathless giggles and plaintive cries to stop. Once more, David paused and then nibbled all over Ollie’s ribcage. Ollie was laughing so hard, tears came to his eyes. Finally, as they entered the bathroom, which was barely visible in the glow around them, David gazed into Ollie’s eyes.

“You make me smile,” David said.

“You make me laugh! Too hard!” he said with a grin, and he twirled his finger in the little lock of hair that fell on David’s forehead.

“So…” David began sheepishly. “Um… what… what do you want to do after our bath?

Ollie blushed and grinned and cupped his hand to David’s ear and whispered.

David’s mouth dropped open. He grinned. “You little devil you!”

 

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The birthday boys.

Well, one birthday boy and one anniversary boy. This image is for IcyHugs. Happy Birthday Icy. Long may you draw. And to David, who marks his second anniversary on the 26th, congrats with much appreciation to all.

 

 

2004

 

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