“But that’s the
point, see, Co. Jace and Key have shown
me that … well, it doesn’t matter if I’m a clothes-obsessed queen. What matters is that I’m me. And they are my friends for me, no matter how I dress or swish
around.”
“If you weren’t so
beautiful, would they be so forgiving?”
“I dunno. But there’ve been lots of men who despised me
even while they were fucking me. ‘Cos I
wasn’t manly enough. Oh they came
beautifully. Great orgasms. Just … I
wasn’t quite up to it. You know. Being a real man. Even though I am ‘so beautiful’.” He would have put air quotes round those
words, but he had to convey his sarcasm in his voice, because ever since he had
seized Cody’s cock he had been gently massaging it, and as it was now starting
to firm up nicely he had no intention of stopping. “So, it’s not that. They like me for what I am. For me.”
He leaned forward and put his mouth on Cody’s cock and kissed it. Cody’s body twitched, and Luigi took that for
assent. He swallowed the head of the
other man’s cock deep into his mouth, and was happy to feel it swell to its
full extension as he caressed it with his tongue. Yes! I will make him forget, teach him to love again.
He brought Cody to
the brink of orgasm twice, pulling back each time he felt him start to tense. On the third time, taking pity on Cody’s incoherent
pleas, he kept going. Cody groaned in
ecstasy and jetted his jism into the soft warmth of Luigi’s mouth.
They kissed, Luigi’s
mouth flavoured with cum. Luigi pulled
Cody into his arms.
“You like?”
Unable to speak,
Cody simply hid his head in the space between Luigi’s head and his shoulders.
“I’ll be here for
you Co, love. Any way you want.”
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