Andiamo in cucina e prepariamo", suggerì Alessandro circondandomi con un braccio."Perchè sei così agghindato questa sera?" Chiesi quando fummo nell... quiete della cucina."È un'occasione speciale. Inoltre volevo essere veramente bello per te."“Di questo si è già preso cura il giorno in cui sei nato", dissi facendolo arrossire un po’."Giorgio vorremmo della Coca cola", interruppe Matteo entrando ansante."Occhio!" gridò Alessandro lanciando due lattine a mio fratello che si ritirò di nuovo in. “Oh, of course, baby!” I reached my arms around him and pulled him tight, then kissed him deeply. In the car we were fucking somewhat out of love, and somewhat for the sake of fucking, but this time would be different. This time we weren’t going to fuck… this time, we were going to make sweet, sweet love. As our kissing got more and more intense, our embrace got tighter and tighter. I could hear Trent moaning something like “I love you” over and over. I started to massage his ass and he. After all the preparations all morning, actually getting taken back there was anticlimactic. I lubed myself good with Vaseline, bent over the ottoman in the living room, spread my knees as wide apart as I could, and let him go to town on me. It hurt more this time than yesterday. I think I was extra tight from having kept myself clenched to hold the enemas in for so long and, also, he was more eager to get into me this time than last time so he didn't give me enough time to open up for him. I. Then I found myself in a receiving line, with the cream of Manhattan’s performing arts community filing past. While not fun, that was interesting. The ride home helped restore my mood. Finding the perfect image in a larger shot has always been quietly fulfilling. When I showed the work to Siobhan and Francine, their response was gratifying. I was feeling mellow and contented when I found Sean. That lasted half a second. One look at him and I wanted to rip his clothes off. Worse, I wanted to rip.