"To tell you the truth, I didn't think we would actually go to the bar together," Stefan said, looking around the place as soon as they took a table.
"Why? I promised you."
"Yes, but I'm still a little surprised."
"You know, I always keep my promises. Besides, you also deserve a reward for hard work. You usually finished your work later than I did. Like when you were supposed to meet someone in such a situation?"
"Are you talking about a friend or lover?"
"About both. I think so."
"So ...? Did you feel sorry for me?" He asked without a trace of trauma.
"Maybe a little."
"Or maybe you also wanted to meet me a bit?"
"Maybe a little."
"That's cute."
"Don't laugh at me!"
I don't laugh, I'm just happy. "
"But there was another reason," Mikołaj confessed timidly, feeling blush. It was hard to get together and talk about it directly, but since he made his decision, he would not be a man if he backed out now.
"Yes? What?"
"Tenerife".
The Szwedas face, his whole body froze in the blink of an eye. Then his lips widened in a wonderfully endearing and happy smile.
"I'm so happy!"
He wasn't lying. His face just glowed. He looked just like a child who is about to unpack his dream gift.
"So let's go ..." he suggested standing up.
"No," Skrzynecki objected firmly. "First, we need to drink at least one beer, second, I can't when I'm sober."
"Really? How cute you are."
"Not cute, just ... Damn, it's different to you than to women. In every way."
"I'll take this as a compliment. You chose a bar near your apartment. Does that mean we'll go to you?"
Mikołaj blushed.
"I don't want to in a hotel. I don't want people to guess strange things."
"I understand. So I think I should think about renting an apartment."
Skrzynecki blinked.
"Anyway, today I really invite you to my place."
"I accept with pleasure. And did you think about what and how we will do?"
Mikołaj blushed even more.
Yes, he thought. The first thing he wants to do is take his penis in his mouth. This kind of pleasure could never be expected after sex with a woman and the memories of impressions were nostalgic enough to want a repeat.
"Maybe," he replied, earning himself a seductive smile that charmed all the ladies he wanted to sleep with.
"Could you drink this beer now? You tire me with this waiting. Because you see, I think at this moment what exactly I will do to you and, to be honest, waiting is a torment."
Skrzynecki bit his lower lip without taking his eyes off Stefan. In his hand was a glass of one-third filled with amber liquid. He knew that with his behavior, 'I promise you heaven, but you have to wait for it' ignites his senses. He felt satisfaction about it. Stefan really was an impressive man both professionally and privately, so playing with him and temptation in Mikołaj raised his self-esteem.
He took a small sip.
Very small.
"Do we really have to hurry so?" He asked with an endearing smile. "You are afraid that I will change my mind?"
"I know you won't," Stefan also smiled, endearingly, magically.
Well, that's true. Mikołaj could not back down. It was not in his nature to retreat after he had made his decision. In addition, he was no longer afraid that the Szwedas would reveal to someone in the company that he had sex with Mikołaj, and if they did not drag on the hotels, no one would have reason to suspect anything. And Stefan, his beautiful body and passionate, dominant but also tender caresses were something worth sin.
They were really compatible.
For some reason, Mikołaj was no longer nervous. Seducing a Szwedas, playing with him, raised his level of excitement. The promise of wonderful sensations when these strong arms embrace him and the penis finds its way deep into his body made him feel relaxed.
"Hmm ..." he muttered pretending to be thoughtful, "maybe I'll order one more?"
"Hey, don't you overdo it?"
Mikołaj laughed. He had the wonderful impression that he had turned Stefan around his little finger.
"It's just a joke," he said with a laugh and finished his beer. "Shall we?"
There were seven minutes to his apartment on foot. Because after work they went to drink, the Szwedas did not take the car. So they were walking side by side and Warsaw was still not sleeping yet. It was only eight thirty, far too early to put this city to sleep, despite the fall and early night.
Mikołaj lived on the first floor of a new housing estate. He rented a nice, two-room flat quite cheaply from a good friend who was dealing in real estate. He bought them occasionally, and because the rental was profitable, he did not intend to sell it yet. Everything in the apartment was therefore new and clean, although the furniture did not knock down with quality or price.
Only the bed was something that Mikołaj really invested in. It wasn't a couch or sofa bed, but a standard marriage bed. Although Skrzynecki was not a sleepyhead, this bed often had a different kind of use.
They went inside. Stefan looked around appreciatively.
"You live well," he said.
"Thank you. Although I only rent, my house is my fortress," he quoted a British saying.
"Oh, would I have to get the Lord In The Castle today?"
"Maybe. In a moment, but first ..."
Mikołaj moved closer to him, although they were still wearing warm clothes. He looked at Szwedas face and reached into his crotch.
"First, I want to feel its taste."
Stefan kissed him hard, passionately, taking his breath away and at the same time grabbed the hand that touched him below. He directed her at the fly.
"Uuuu ... umh ..." moaned Mikołaj feeling suddenly a surge of excitement.
The fly has been unbuttoned. Skrzynecki's hand desperately reached for its contents. He shuddered when he felt Stefan's manhood in his hand."
When they ran out of air, the kiss was over. Mikołaj fell heavily to his knees.
"Do you want him so much?" Asked the Szwedas with satisfaction.
"Yes."
"Take your jacket off. I don't want you to stop when you start and you feel hot."
"Yes, you are right," he admitted, slightly embarrassed by the fact that he hadn't figured it out himself.
They both quickly shed their outer clothing.
And here it was before him - the pride of every man, the pride of Stefan - his penis, which admittedly did not stand at attention, but it was evident that his readiness is increasing with every moment. Still soft and flexible, but in a moment it will change radically. Mikołaj knew that as soon as he took him in his mouth, he would begin to grow, pushing his interior.
He put his lips to his head and stuck out his tongue.
Only a rag can swallow such a member of another man with such greed. This thought hit Mikołaj with heat causing another explosion of excitement.
Stefan grew in him and Skrzynecki received him deeper, vigorously, with passion, like a hungry, insatiable animal. It was as if he wanted to swallow it whole.
"God, you've done good," Szwedas admitted. "You probably trained a lot."
His voice with a little sarcasm was the most passionate voice in the world. His fingers dug into Mikołaj's brown hair, just like when he sucked on him for the first time. Crazy, passionate memory, which reality did not give way even to the hair.
"If you don't stop, I'll come inside you," Stefan said with a smile.
Come, Mikołaj thought almost desperately. Come, I haven't felt the taste for so long ... He didn't stop the oral caress.
A member of Szwedas began to pulsate. Skrzynecki was prejudiced, and yet the flowing stream of thick, sticky liquid made him choke. Some were swallowed, but not everything.
"Uuuuu ... um," he muttered.
Stefan slipped out of him. Mikołaj took a deep breath and coughed. He fell into his arms.
Szwedas face appeared next to him. The blond man took his chin and Mikołaj could see his absolutely seductive smile and warm, glittering passion.
He only saw him for a moment, because those lips overwhelmed him, pushing his tongue where the remnants of semen were still present.
This kiss ...
Sparkles danced before Mikołaj's closed eyes.
Only he, only Stefan was able to cause such reactions in his body…