Brendan and Vincent: The Balcony Scene

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Here’s my story for you, my very first story here. It’s called:

Brendan and Vincent: The Balcony Scene

Well, in a nutshell it’s about what Vincent did to make up for the previous night’s incident in a restaurant that had upset Brendan a lot.

I’d definitely rate it 17+

Excuse my English, please and enjoy the story :)

 

 

It was warm. Nicely warm. Brendan was standing on the balcony. Delicate breeze was barely touching his naked, still wet skin. He’s just had a shower and didn’t even bother to properly dry himself. He only grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips.  Closed his eyes, put his hands on the railing and tightened his grasp as he leaned his body forward. It was so peaceful and quiet out here but he was still upset. Brendan shook his head and another drop of water ran down his temple, slightly tickling his cheek and slowly disappearing right below his jaw line.

Vincent entered the room and noticed Brendan standing on the balcony. “Only a towel” was all he could think off.  His nostrils widened as he breathed in fresh air coming from the outside. The towel was thin enough to reveal all the roundness it was supposed to keep hidden. Focusing his sight on that view, Vincent slowly walked across the room. As he was getting closer he could see tiny drops of water on his friend’s shoulders. In this light Brendan’s dark complexion was almost golden. He placed his right hand on Brendan’s back, slightly rubbing it with his thumb. Immediately he felt how tensed Brendan’s muscles got. Was he rejecting his touch? He got a bit closer and leaned his head so his lips were just above Brendan’s shoulder. He didn’t touch his skin, no, he only just brushed it inhaling the warm scent of his friend.

Brendan felt Vincent’s hand between his shoulder-blades. He didn’t hear his steps. The touch felt good but it wasn’t supposed to. He didn’t want it. Not then. He didn’t move a bit. He didn’t say a word but his body somewhat tensed. And then he felt Vincent’s hot breath on his left shoulder. He loved it every time his friend was caressing him like that. Difficult to embrace softness of Vincent’s lips wandering on his naked skin. A bit here and a bit there. Stopping for a moment only to continue their journey. Sometimes he stuck out his tongue a little and let it dance small circles. It felt heavenly good especially on the nipples. Sometimes he just licked him. Sometimes he bit making Brendan exhale a louder sigh… But at that very moment Brendan stood still, pretending not to notice his friend.

Vincent knew that Brendan was too sensitive at times and too easily got furious about what he only thought he saw. But this time he might have been right. That waiter was hot. Very hot. And Vincent might have turned his head just too many times… maybe. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was right before him. He lowered his hand and let it slip under the towel. He found his favourite spot. Right there were thighs met the buttocks. He was touching Brendan in the most delicate way possible, barely brushing Brendan’s bare skin with his fingertips. He could feel how soft it was. But it would only take a slightly tighter grasp to meet the firmness that was lying there. Wonderfully strong thighs. After months, years of heavy training. He’d already felt those muscles wrapped around his waist or hips dozens of times. Or, on other occasions, just supporting  his own. Or… Keeping that image in his head, Vincent kept caressing the inner part of his friend’s thighs. Slowly moving his hand up and down and a bit forward  – hoping that Brendan would spread his legs letting him further…

This touch was more than he could take. He was fighting it but his excitement was growing with every second. He didn’t do anything it was some inner impulse that made him spread his legs so that Vincent could reach as far as he wanted to. Soon Vincent’s hand cupped his balls and his fingers reached further to his cock already hard and sticking up, almost tearing the towel that still was there.  Suddenly Vincent moved back his hand and grabbing Brendan by his shoulder he turned him and pushed a bit forward so now his back could feel the hard, cold railing of the balcony. He looked up to find Vincent’s face so close to his own. His eyes were shiny, nostrils widened and he was licking his lips – slowly moving his tongue from one corner to the other.  He knew that picture far too well to misinterpret it. Vincent wanted him. He wanted him badly.

Just one glance into these ominously looking eyes. He loved it when Brendan was angry. Sex was more passionate then. He moved his face a bit forward and started with caressing  Brendan’s cheek with his nose only, slowly letting his lips find his friend’s mouth. There, they were. Tensed and closed. Vincent knew what to do. He began with slightly biting on Brendan’s lower lip and then letting his tongue work its way in. Slowly pressing and pushing till he got inside Brendan’s mouth…

He couldn’t resist it any longer. His huge erection gave him away a few minutes ago. And now all he could do was to allow his friend’s tongue slowly explore his mouth. One of Vincent’s hands freed him from the towel and was already stroking his cock while the other was holding firmly the back of his head, with a thumb wandering around his earlobe.  Brendan was hardly aware that he started trembling. He reached his hands and felt Vincent’s strong chest muscles beneath the thin fabric of his purple shirt. He started undoing the buttons and then just slid his hands underneath the shirt. Brendan pressed the palms of his both hands onto Vincent’s hairy, strong chest. It felt great. He loved the strength his lover had inside him. He moved his arms forward to get closer to Vincent, to feel his back and to be able to cup his cheeks.

Predicting Brendan’s intentions Vincent pushed him a little back, whispering “Later. Now, you.” He looked into Brendan’s eyes and knelt in front of him. Slowly kissed the tip of the cock he was still holding in his hand and then sucked it slowly in while moving one hand to Brendan’s stomach and the other to his left buttock. Vincent felt his friend’s fingers running through his hair and then pressing onto his neck and arms.  His tongue played with this huge and unbelievably strong erection making Brendan wriggle almost uncontrollably in ecstasy. When his friend came in his mouth, wave after wave, he didn’t stop sucking till the very last drop of semen.

Brendan lost his touch with reality a few minutes ago. He was drifting away. His mind and body exploding with little pins and needles of difficult to contain pleasure. He loved being blown like that. He adored this omnipresent feeling  that absolutely incapacitated his body.  What could be better? Only being sucked and feeling Vincent’s dick inside him at the same time – but that was not possible…He came right into Vincent’s mouth. Seconds later, barely being able to stand he grabbed his friend’s hand, and slowly led him back into the room. Opened the first drawer, took out a tube of lube, gave it to Vincent and obediently bent over the desk…