Soft lips moved over his. The kiss gentle, then hard, then gentle again.
It was all very nice. Very nice indeed. But just a bit. Blahhhh.
Their lips parted and Aydin sighed sadly. He was sat on his heels, and Tod was up on his knees so their heights matched.
Tod rested his brow on Aydin’s. His pretty brown eyes looking into Aydin’s striking blue from millimetres away. “This isn’t working,” he suggested softly.
Seeing the agreement in Aydin’s expression, Tod groaned and threw himself backwards, spread-eagle on the bed. “Urrgggghh! What’s wrong with us?”
Aydin shrugged and rubbed at his lips a bit.
“You’re gorgeous,” Tod declared, waving a hand at Aydin.
“Thank you.”
“And I’m gorgeous.”
“Yes, you are.”
“So what’s going on?”
Aydin thought for a moment, flopping down next to Tod. “I guess there’s just no.”
“Chemistry.”
“I was going to say ‘Va Va Voom’ but that was probably me being over-dramatic!”
Tod laughed then turned his head. “Has this ever happened to you before?”
“Literally never.”
“Weird!”
Now Aydin laughed and rolled to his side. “But I had fun today.”
“Me too,” Tod frowned at the ceiling, before taking a big breath. “Okay, I got it.”
“What?” Aydin asked, interested.
“Buddy blow jobs. I’m going to make you feel really good. And then once you’ve recovered the use of your limbs, you’re going to make me feel really good. Then we’ll get some sleep and go enjoy the fair as friends tomorrow.”
Aydin grinned but queried, “Buddy blow jobs?”
“Yea. Haven’t you ever got a friend off for fun?”
Aydin shook his head.
“It’s all about the cock, my friend. Chemistry doesn’t come in to it.”
Aydin thought briefly about how many times his cock had ruled his life and embarrassed him, realisation dawning in his eyes.
“Uh huh,” Tod nodded, seeing his expression. “Can we still go together tomorrow?”
“Absolutely. I feel better going with someone.”
“Me too.” Tod smiled relieved, then motioned at Aydin. “Get comfy then.”
Aydin wriggled out of his underwear and tucked his hands under his head on the pillows. He had never really been shy. “So this is just mates helping each other out?”
“Exactly,” Tod eyed Aydin’s package. “Your cock is really pretty.”
“Tastes good too,” Aydin advised, now fully on board with this plan.
Tod snorted and then pushed Aydin’s legs apart so he could move closer. Ducking his head and starting to nibble and lick.
It was a curious mix of relaxing and arousing.
Aydin went from moaning to gulping in air as Tod’s very talented mouth teased and pleased him.
Tod had been right. This was all about the cock getting the attention he craved.
When he gasped, “Cumming.” Tod gave a final suck, then pulled back and finished Aydin off in his hand. Looking smug at a job well done.
Aydin, panting, pushed up on his elbows and watched as Tod wiped his hands on a towel.
“Give me five minutes,” he promised, before collapsing back on the bed, Tod’s laughter in his ears. “Okay, maybe ten.”
-X
The following morning Aydin had walked with Tod back to his hotel. Waiting in a local café while he showered and changed, before joining him for breakfast.
“Well, you look fiinnnnneeeee,” Aydin gave Tod a hello again hug and then spun him for a proper look.
They were firm friends at this point. Tod already had the pub’s information and Aydin’s number, for when he had overnights in New York. Aydin doubted they would do buddy blow jobs again (although it had been fun), but he knew he had met a pal for life.
“We both look amazing,” Tod claimed, his eyes bright with excitement. “Let’s do this.”
report Several hours later, and in Aydin’s case, a couple of hundred dollars poorer (he had been more reserved than Tod), they had staggered out under the weight of their (new) bags and headed for a water view and some space.
And food. Not that food had been hard to come by, but they had stuck with snacks because there was just so much to see.
They had found the live music first and not moved for two hours, having to force themselves away.
Not far away, the music still audible, they had both been mesmerized by a naked slave (female, but whatever!) having body paint applied. With permission they had taken numerous photographs as the artist painted images on every available inch of skin, using the slave like a canvas.
Everything from wolves howling at a full moon, to creepy faces staring at them out of her thigh, to Monet’s lilies across her back. It was extraordinary and whoops, nearly another two hours gone.
Tod had insisted they go find something kinky and they went in search of the main activity area.
Which they found an hour later, because all of these interesting stalls to look at.
They had giggled and winced their way through a CTB demonstration. The slave in use was super-hot and the crowd had been given permission to take pictures. “Spank bank,” Tod had nodded, pleased.
And wide eyed watched all sorts of punishment taking place. People were restrained and on display pretty much everywhere.
Down to under two hours they had mutually decided the stalls and music were the bigger draw for them, and squeezed their way past thousands of puppies, slaves, leather bears, naked people, clothed people, tourists, drag queens and kings. So many people.
Heading down a line of stalls they hadn’t checked out yet. Aydin was thrilled to find a rainbow pin badge forming the statement ‘Twinks Rule’ which he just had to buy for Luc.
Tod seemed to buy something from every other stall. And was propositioned by a scary mistress who offered to take him on as a sub.
She was selling whips and at Tod’s polite, “Oh, thank you, Ma’am but I’m gay.” She had laughed and replied, “I was planning on beating you, not fucking you.”
Tod had frozen for five seconds and then grabbed a laughing Aydin’s hand and run. As best you can run while threading your way through thousands of mostly unclothed sunburnt bodies.
“She was teasing you,” Aydin, still laughing, reassured him. And brought him a soothing iced coffee. Which they had enjoyed while watching the final two bands.
Ears and, if possible, eyeballs still ringing, they had settled down for pizza, chatting nine to the dozen about everything they had seen. Which hadn’t been nearly everything, you would need three days.
Both agreed that the best thing had been the positive vibe.
Okay, there had been some sort of small demonstration when they left, about half a dozen people waving placards with things like ‘Save our children’ and ‘(pic) man — (pic) woman = normal’ hand written on them.
“Maybe they should raise money for their local library. Educate themselves and the children!” a huge guy in jeans and a leather harness commented and sent them into hysterics, which was not appreciated by the placard bearers. They clearly didn’t like being laughed at.
Tough!
But the fact that all genders and none, all body types, all kinks, had been mixing and enjoying this safe space and each other. They both agreed it had felt both fun and supportive, and surprisingly normal. Which as Aydin said, “I guess that’s the point.”
They had taken separate cabs from the waterfront restaurant. Too weary to heave their bags any further.