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“Come here and fuck me,”

Drew said, throwing his keys on the chrome entryway table, his eyes as dark and shimmering as a star filled midnight sky.

Samuel was behind him in an instant, hand around his throat and biting Drew’s shoulder through his Ralph Lauren cashmere coat.  Drew’s breath pushed from his lungs in an exhale that ricocheted off the exposed brick walls of their Manhattan loft.

In one swift movement, the coat was pulled from Drew’s arms and thrown to the floor, the upper half of his body pushed unceremoniously over the back of the Nubuck leather sofa.  His head hovered inches from the glass coffee table as his chest lay wedged against the cushions.  The antique silk pillows that were once intimately nested together, scattered like tumbleweeds to rest on the treasured round Oriental wool area rug.

He felt Samuel’s spongy hardness, the size of a softball, pressing against his trouser protected ass. “Take off your pants and fuck me, Samuel.”   Drew’s demand ruptured the softball, transforming it into a thick blunt sword.  One that needed its master to wield it properly.  Now.

There was no pomp or circumstance in the way Samuel pulled Drew up off the sofa and turned him around before he pushed him to his knees in front of his groin.  “Suck me first, bitch.”

Eyes flashing fiercely, Drew yanked on Samuel’s Dockers, popping a button and sending it noisily across the hardwood floor.  Samuel’s cock sprung from its khaki scabbard and like a divining rod finding its treasure, aimed itself directly at Drew’s mouth.  Yes, it knew where it belonged.

Drew took Samuel’s length fully down his throat, no time for hearts and flowery playfulness.  That was just not on the agenda.  Tonight, Drew wanted it rough and furious and with concentrated intent.  He sucked viciously on Samuel, like a depraved Sybarite, adding nipping bites all around his shaft.

The sharp, needle-like pricks injected Samuel’s lust with fevered greed and he grabbed Drew’s thick white blonde hair, pulling him brutally up and down his cock.  He didn’t care that he was gagging Drew, he saw the tears streaming down his cheeks produced from the clash at the back of his throat.  He knew what Drew wanted… what he needed.

Samuel’s balls constricted and he held Drew stock-still as the all consuming thrill of climax crawled up his shaft.  He didn’t want to come, not quite yet.  He waited, fingers entwined in Drew’s now palm-sweat sticky hair.

Removing his member slowly from Drew’s mouth as he laboriously tried to suck him back in, Samuel gave a chuckle. “Let go, babe… it’s your turn.”

Drew popped up off his knees like an obedient jack-in-the-box, removed his trousers and once again folded his body over the back of the sofa.  Spreading his feet and grabbing his ass cheeks, he invited Samuel to partake of his lean body and very horny booty.

Samuel was happy to oblige.  He spit on his fingers and coated the head of his achingly hard cock, wet strands of saliva glistening seductively.  Placing a hand on the top of Drew’s ass, he glided his thumb over the sphincter.

Drew moaned and pushed backwards. “You are such a tease,” he complained softly.

Positioning his member at the opening of Drew’s ass, Samuel pushed gently.  Drew moaned again.  Samuel pushed further.  Drew pushed back.  The head of Samuel’s cock suddenly popped inside and the two sighed in unison, each closing their eyes in pleasure.

“Fuck me, Samuel… fuck me.. hard.”

“Not so fast, cowboy,” Samuel admonished, as he pressed forward slowly then pulled back until only his bell head was inside.

“Please…”

“Oh, now… that’s more like it Drew… beg me.” Samuel thrust hard, sinking himself completely inside, then withdrew and thrust in again.  Loud slaps sprang from the onslaught of flesh against flesh.

He draped himself across Drew’s back and reached for his cock, finding that Drew already had it in his hands.  So he closed his palm over his and helped him stroke, matching each caress with a drive into Drew’s ass.

“Come for me Samuel.  I want to feel your warmth inside.  I want your cum to run out of my ass when I stand up.”

Samuel grunted and with three quick jerks, did exactly as Drew requested.  He stayed buried in his lover’s ass, kissing his back and neck as Drew stroked himself to completion.  They watched as thick strings of pearls streamed through the air to land on the back of the leather sofa.

“Boyfriend, look … the cleaning ladies will have something to talk about.”

Samuel pulled his withered penis out of Drew’s behind and an iridescent droplet slid down his leg to land on the rug.  “And, now… so will the carpet cleaners.”

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Perfect Manhattan

2 ounces Rye Whiskey

1/2 ounce Sweet Vermouth

1/2 ounce Dry Vermouth

Angostura Bitters

Add whiskey, sweet vermouth,  dry vermouth and a dash of bitters to a mixing glass filled with ice.  Stir until the mixture is very cold.  Strain into a chilled martini glass.  Garnish with a lemon twist.

Enjoy!

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