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HI there, long time reader but finally got the courage to post something, although it may be fictious, many parts on here are true and were part of the things that i had to go trough in life.
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“Warren where are you, your shift should have been over about two hours ago.” Anthony paced the living room as he ran his free hand though his hair, trying to placate his worries. He heard voices on the other side, laughter and heavy music and that didn’t sit very well with him.
“I’m at the shop babe, don’t worry I’m almost done, besides I have a surprise for you!” said a young man’s deep, and soothing voice, Anthony closed his eyes for just a second and reminisced about how good it felt whenever Warren whispered in his ear.
“You’re gonna like it” he said and hung up. Anthony walked to the kitchen and reheated the dinner he had prepared for the both of them.
Anthony was by no means a pushover, well perhaps in bed but he was a partner in a lawyer’s firm, he made good income, good decisions and darn good pasta, he was six feet tall, average build at best, but at 43 the weight seemed to just keep piling on and on and his looks weren’t getting any better, or so he thought.
Anthony checked his watch again…where was this guy, he said that he was at the shop but who stays up this late trying to fix vehicles. The door opened suddenly and in walked the man of the hour; Warren had a huge grin on his dimpled, unshaven face and a paper bag in one hand labeled “Tony” with a little smile at the end, Warren threw his keys on the table and leaned on the kitchen door, arms crossed.
“I hear someone was waiting for me” Warren’s eyes sparkled and Anthony knew what he had in mind. No, no, no discipline, he thought he can’t be coming in and out whenever he pleases!
Anthony put on his best poker face and asked Warren what time it was.
“I don’t know, ten?”
“It’s eleven thirty Warren”
“Yeah…look I’m sorry but I was getting something, I was at the shop” The young man’s face changed at once, his care free attitude gone and in place was one of hurt and remorse, it panged Anthony just a little to see his boyfriend like that, Warren could be read just like a book.
“Who fixes cars at this time Warren Steven Vega, if there is something that you want to tell me now is the time” Anthony’s voice wasn’t as deep as Warren’s but it still carried power. Warren didn’t speak but instead walked over to Anthony and stood in front of him, his hands at his sides.
The younger man always took the breath from him, he was just a tad bit shorter than himself, about five ten, five eleven, but other than that, Warren could have been the exact opposite from him. He was a behemoth of pure, hard muscle that threatened to rip apart any shirt he wore, he was young, aggressive and had such a peculiar sense of humor, but how could he expect him to be any different from the youth of today since Warren was only 23, the young man could even pass as his son.
It killed Anthony every time that he looked in the mirror and he saw the graying man next to the young and full of life person brushing his teeth next to him.
Warren began to undo the buttons on his shirt which came apart easily in his long fingers and let it fall to the floor, Anthony felt the blood rush to his groin, his cock responding quickly to the body it was by now accustomed too.
His thick arms were mosaics of bright colors, skulls and demons writhing in flames and water, the sleeves were a work of art and there were none like them in the world, Warren had drawn them himself. Warren turned to the side exposing his ribcage and in old English lettering was Anthony’s name, the first letter a murder of ravens that was flying away.
Anthony’s jaw dropped.
“It’s your name Tony…do you like it?” Warren asked.
“How could you…why?” Anthony asked in bewilderment, he reached out and placed his hand on the raw skin, Warren hissed but held his ground.
“It was worth it Tony, I love you it’s only natural that I would want to show my appreciation towards you, you left a mark in my world” He grabbed Anthony’s hand and kept it in place over his name.
“But Warren it must have hurt, and you promised that you weren’t going to get any more tattoos, you broke that promise to me and-“
“But I love you…” Warren interrupted.
The older man sighed and picked up Warren’s shirt and guided him to the dining room, the candles he had placed had long since burned to the base and the wax clung to the small silver holder like stalactites. They sat opposite of each other, both eating their late night dinner in silence, Warren did not understand what the big problem was, he had tattoos galore all over his body one more wouldn’t really make a difference in his appearance, and it was a really thoughtful one he thought, fuming.
Why shouldn’t he show how much of a mark Anthony had left on him? After Tony had offered him a place in his home, he always got home later than his older counterpart so Tony made dinner, Tony took care of the finances, Tony took them out on vacations and pricey outings, Tony…
“Aren’t you going to put your shirt back on?”
“No, it’s hot and it the material scratches on the tattoo.” His voice had dropped an octave “besides, I’m not hungry, thank you.”
Anthony finished his plate and put the rest in Tupperware, cleaned the table and shuffled upstairs to their bedroom. The bed was still made and Warren was nowhere to be seen, Anthony called his name and the answer came from the balcony that faced the pool and the rest of the neighborhood that was flushed in fluorescent lights.
His strong figure could be seen through the thin layer of curtain, it revved up his libido, seeing Warren lean on the metal rungs making his back muscles stand out even more. He placed a hand on his wide back and called out his name softly, but he didn’t turn, Anthony sighed and leaned next to him.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that you surprise me almost every day, you have to give me a warning before you go on and do something like this…I mean I’m still a little speechless about it Warren, I love you too” he added in the end.
Warren was still as a statue of Adonis, his short hair blew in the chilly wind, eyes closed he whispered something to Anthony that he couldn’t make out.
“What?”
Warren answered with a kiss on the older man’s lips, he was caught off guard again and tried to push him off to no avail; it was a battle that he would never be able to win as long as there was breath inside Warren.
“Please Warren stop!” Anthony urged when Warren moved on to gnaw at his neck “the neighbors are watching!”
So what? Warren thought to himself briefly and lost himself in Anthony’s lips, ears and neck, but he could feel the tension, Anthony was still trying to push him off.
“Fuck!” Warren yelled and shoved Anthony back inside the bedroom, he stumbled back and fell on the bed, Warren was on him in less than a second and began to undress him. He could actually hear Warren panting, swearing like a mad man as he ripped buttons apart and tore at his clothes, there was no part of him that his lover didn’t devour, no open skin left untouched by his hungry mouth.
Anthony couldn’t help it anymore, he couldn’t keep his passion in and let out a long and loud moan, two could play at this game he thought, Warren had never been this aggressive with his love making before and he knew it was only going to get worse, these were the few times where Anthony found himself in danger…scared even of what his boyfriend might do.
Anthony grabbed a tuft of Warren’s hair in one hand and pulled back suddenly, the young man howled in pain, strands of saliva clung to his chin and dripped down on Anthony’s chest.
“Relax” Anthony said, it was like trying to calm an animal in heat down, his emerald green eyes glowed in the low light making him seem other worldly, sex with a beast he thought.
He slowly let go of his hair and Warren seemed to have composed himself a little, he wiped his mouth and smiled “I’m sorry babe, I just couldn’t resist, you look so sexy in your suit and I just wanted to devour you.”
Warren removed the rest of Anthony’s torn clothes slowly and placed them carefully on the foot of the bed, he was still dressed from the waist down, but he liked it that way, it was to show who was in control.
Warren kneeled on the bed and began to make his way to Anthony’s naked body “I’m going to bring you close to cuming and then pull you back at the last second, then I’m going to do it again and again…and again” Anthony closed his eyes and rocked his hips as Warren jacked his leaking member, he loved how Warren was so eager to please and give as opposed to his ex wife that only wanted her own juices flowing, for god sakes he hadn’t even removed his pants.
The small gesture brought clarity to mind that he didn’t have before, not once had Warren cum first in their three years together, the selfless, beastly gentleman had always sought to please him first.
“Warren” the whisper was full of passion and emotion that it made the young stud stop mid stroke “I love you.”
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“Warren where are you, your shift should have been over about two hours ago.” Anthony paced the living room as he ran his free hand though his hair, trying to placate his worries. He heard voices on the other side, laughter and heavy music and that didn’t sit very well with him.
“I’m at the shop babe, don’t worry I’m almost done, besides I have a surprise for you!” said a young man’s deep, and soothing voice, Anthony closed his eyes for just a second and reminisced about how good it felt whenever Warren whispered in his ear.
“You’re gonna like it” he said and hung up. Anthony walked to the kitchen and reheated the dinner he had prepared for the both of them.
Anthony was by no means a pushover, well perhaps in bed but he was a partner in a lawyer’s firm, he made good income, good decisions and darn good pasta, he was six feet tall, average build at best, but at 43 the weight seemed to just keep piling on and on and his looks weren’t getting any better, or so he thought.
Anthony checked his watch again…where was this guy, he said that he was at the shop but who stays up this late trying to fix vehicles. The door opened suddenly and in walked the man of the hour; Warren had a huge grin on his dimpled, unshaven face and a paper bag in one hand labeled “Tony” with a little smile at the end, Warren threw his keys on the table and leaned on the kitchen door, arms crossed.
“I hear someone was waiting for me” Warren’s eyes sparkled and Anthony knew what he had in mind. No, no, no discipline, he thought he can’t be coming in and out whenever he pleases!
Anthony put on his best poker face and asked Warren what time it was.
“I don’t know, ten?”
“It’s eleven thirty Warren”
“Yeah…look I’m sorry but I was getting something, I was at the shop” The young man’s face changed at once, his care free attitude gone and in place was one of hurt and remorse, it panged Anthony just a little to see his boyfriend like that, Warren could be read just like a book.
“Who fixes cars at this time Warren Steven Vega, if there is something that you want to tell me now is the time” Anthony’s voice wasn’t as deep as Warren’s but it still carried power. Warren didn’t speak but instead walked over to Anthony and stood in front of him, his hands at his sides.
The younger man always took the breath from him, he was just a tad bit shorter than himself, about five ten, five eleven, but other than that, Warren could have been the exact opposite from him. He was a behemoth of pure, hard muscle that threatened to rip apart any shirt he wore, he was young, aggressive and had such a peculiar sense of humor, but how could he expect him to be any different from the youth of today since Warren was only 23, the young man could even pass as his son.
It killed Anthony every time that he looked in the mirror and he saw the graying man next to the young and full of life person brushing his teeth next to him.
Warren began to undo the buttons on his shirt which came apart easily in his long fingers and let it fall to the floor, Anthony felt the blood rush to his groin, his cock responding quickly to the body it was by now accustomed too.
His thick arms were mosaics of bright colors, skulls and demons writhing in flames and water, the sleeves were a work of art and there were none like them in the world, Warren had drawn them himself. Warren turned to the side exposing his ribcage and in old English lettering was Anthony’s name, the first letter a murder of ravens that was flying away.
Anthony’s jaw dropped.
“It’s your name Tony…do you like it?” Warren asked.
“How could you…why?” Anthony asked in bewilderment, he reached out and placed his hand on the raw skin, Warren hissed but held his ground.
“It was worth it Tony, I love you it’s only natural that I would want to show my appreciation towards you, you left a mark in my world” He grabbed Anthony’s hand and kept it in place over his name.
“But Warren it must have hurt, and you promised that you weren’t going to get any more tattoos, you broke that promise to me and-“
“But I love you…” Warren interrupted.
The older man sighed and picked up Warren’s shirt and guided him to the dining room, the candles he had placed had long since burned to the base and the wax clung to the small silver holder like stalactites. They sat opposite of each other, both eating their late night dinner in silence, Warren did not understand what the big problem was, he had tattoos galore all over his body one more wouldn’t really make a difference in his appearance, and it was a really thoughtful one he thought, fuming.
Why shouldn’t he show how much of a mark Anthony had left on him? After Tony had offered him a place in his home, he always got home later than his older counterpart so Tony made dinner, Tony took care of the finances, Tony took them out on vacations and pricey outings, Tony…
“Aren’t you going to put your shirt back on?”
“No, it’s hot and it the material scratches on the tattoo.” His voice had dropped an octave “besides, I’m not hungry, thank you.”
Anthony finished his plate and put the rest in Tupperware, cleaned the table and shuffled upstairs to their bedroom. The bed was still made and Warren was nowhere to be seen, Anthony called his name and the answer came from the balcony that faced the pool and the rest of the neighborhood that was flushed in fluorescent lights.
His strong figure could be seen through the thin layer of curtain, it revved up his libido, seeing Warren lean on the metal rungs making his back muscles stand out even more. He placed a hand on his wide back and called out his name softly, but he didn’t turn, Anthony sighed and leaned next to him.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that you surprise me almost every day, you have to give me a warning before you go on and do something like this…I mean I’m still a little speechless about it Warren, I love you too” he added in the end.
Warren was still as a statue of Adonis, his short hair blew in the chilly wind, eyes closed he whispered something to Anthony that he couldn’t make out.
“What?”
Warren answered with a kiss on the older man’s lips, he was caught off guard again and tried to push him off to no avail; it was a battle that he would never be able to win as long as there was breath inside Warren.
“Please Warren stop!” Anthony urged when Warren moved on to gnaw at his neck “the neighbors are watching!”
So what? Warren thought to himself briefly and lost himself in Anthony’s lips, ears and neck, but he could feel the tension, Anthony was still trying to push him off.
“Fuck!” Warren yelled and shoved Anthony back inside the bedroom, he stumbled back and fell on the bed, Warren was on him in less than a second and began to undress him. He could actually hear Warren panting, swearing like a mad man as he ripped buttons apart and tore at his clothes, there was no part of him that his lover didn’t devour, no open skin left untouched by his hungry mouth.
Anthony couldn’t help it anymore, he couldn’t keep his passion in and let out a long and loud moan, two could play at this game he thought, Warren had never been this aggressive with his love making before and he knew it was only going to get worse, these were the few times where Anthony found himself in danger…scared even of what his boyfriend might do.
Anthony grabbed a tuft of Warren’s hair in one hand and pulled back suddenly, the young man howled in pain, strands of saliva clung to his chin and dripped down on Anthony’s chest.
“Relax” Anthony said, it was like trying to calm an animal in heat down, his emerald green eyes glowed in the low light making him seem other worldly, sex with a beast he thought.
He slowly let go of his hair and Warren seemed to have composed himself a little, he wiped his mouth and smiled “I’m sorry babe, I just couldn’t resist, you look so sexy in your suit and I just wanted to devour you.”
Warren removed the rest of Anthony’s torn clothes slowly and placed them carefully on the foot of the bed, he was still dressed from the waist down, but he liked it that way, it was to show who was in control.
Warren kneeled on the bed and began to make his way to Anthony’s naked body “I’m going to bring you close to cuming and then pull you back at the last second, then I’m going to do it again and again…and again” Anthony closed his eyes and rocked his hips as Warren jacked his leaking member, he loved how Warren was so eager to please and give as opposed to his ex wife that only wanted her own juices flowing, for god sakes he hadn’t even removed his pants.
The small gesture brought clarity to mind that he didn’t have before, not once had Warren cum first in their three years together, the selfless, beastly gentleman had always sought to please him first.
“Warren” the whisper was full of passion and emotion that it made the young stud stop mid stroke “I love you.”
