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read the expression on Pietro's face, but the darkness inhibited
his vision. The younger man's body, however, communicated
very clearly as a pair of hands grabbed the front pockets of
Charlie's jeans and pulled him closer.
He groaned as his thigh came into contact with Pietro's
crotch. What would have been immediately noticeable in
daylight became evident only through touch. Heat penetrated
the worn denim of his jeans, and Charlie fought the urge to
touch with more than his leg. His own cock hardened at the
thought.
They reluctantly separated when sounds of revelry alerted
them to an approaching group of pedestrians. It annoyed Charlie
that he impulsively felt the need to hide their desires. They were
consenting adults, after all. With a partner of the opposite sex,
such inhibitions were merely a function of modesty. In that
moment, he completely understood Stormy's quest to bring
peace to passion, even if just in one small corner of the planet.
"C'mon." Pietro stood. The tone of his voice told Charlie that
he felt the same irritation. At a half jog, it took them less than a
minute to reach the bright orange concrete wall of Rockin' J's.
They slipped through the gate and closed it behind them,
skirting the bar with its crowd of diverse patrons. The sounds
folk music and scent of hashish followed them along the
sparkling mosaic path; present, but unobtrusive. There was
nothing discordant or jarring about the atmosphere. It all
belonged. They all belonged, regardless of background or
orientation.
Leaving the brighter lights behind, the men circled the
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centrally-located structure and quickly climbed the wooden
stairs to its loft. Charlie paused at the top to unplug the string
of multi-colored Chinese lanterns lining the staircase; the
equivalent of a Do Not Disturb sign to the other guests. The only
remaining light was the glow of the bonfire on the beach, some
fifty meters distant.
Once again in darkness, Charlie backed his companion
against a support pillar and attacked his mouth. Pietro sucked
his tongue with a savage abandon. His hands tugged insistently
at Charlie's t-shirt, and he stepped back to whip it over his head.
Charlie opened his mouth to ask if Pietro was sure he wanted to
proceed when he felt hands on his belt buckle. Any lingering
questions in his mind about Pietro's desire for him floated away
on the warm night air.
Having received such clear confirmation, Charlie no longer
felt any need to tread cautiously. He placed a hand on each of
Pietro's broad shoulders and pushed him to his knees. He
dropped willingly eagerly, even as his hands continued to
unfasten Charlie's jeans.
The faded denim slid over his hips and puddled at his feet.
Stepping out of his sandals and pants, Charlie stood naked with
Pietro kneeling before him. To one side, he could see the beach;
to the other, the bar. However, due to the railing, he could only
be seen from the waist up. Charlie looked down at the gorgeous
man at his feet. Before he could speak, the lips he'd fantasized
about earlier surrounded his cock.
"Suck me!" he urged, grabbing a fistful of hair and pushing
himself deeper into Pietro's throat. His opposite hand grasped
the top of the railing to steady himself. The bonfire drew his
eyes, but they didn't focus on it. It simply held his gaze as he
thrust, almost like a dancer's focal point, keeping him balanced
on his feet amidst the dizzying sensations.
What he lacked in finesse, Pietro made up for in
enthusiasm. Although he gagged several times, he never back
away, and Charlie was far from gentle. The guttural sounds
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emanating from Pietro's throat tickled the head of his cock,
pushing him toward inexorable bliss. Nails raked his ass; the
searing trails cooled by the near constant breeze. He tightened
his fist and pulled again, eliciting another gag.
"You want it?" he rasped as his orgasm began to build.
Pietro paused only momentarily before nodding, and Charlie
unloaded into his mouth with a long, low groan. When he caught
his breath, he released his hold on Pietro's hair. "Damn. Get out
of those pants. It's your turn."
Pietro didn't speak, but he did stand and hurriedly remove
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