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I Get Off [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-01 02:17 am (UTC)(link)Surrounded by other boys or his own brother, Malik would not dare to do what he does now. Lay back on the ground, feet inches shy of the water, clothing discarded, and fingers lightly touching his own flesh. Dancing in patterns that wake his skin and make pleasure sing through his body. This he would only dare to do in the privacy offered by the night and the seclusion of the water hole.
Malik almost smiles at the hypocrisy of his thoughts even as they give way to the rising of his manhood. It is not the seclusion or the privacy he needs. It is not what he seeks by coming here for this. His ears strain for any hint of that as he loosely grips his hardened flesh and pulls.
The noise is badly muffled. A moan or a gasp, Malik cannot tell over the sound of his own quickening breath. That it is there is all needs to know. It lets him know that his watcher is there. Crouched in an uncomfortable area Malik had once found in a bunch of thorny bushes near the water's edge. A spot that his watcher would have to have entered long before Malik came or else he would have been seen. Too small for any of the adults to even think of hiding in.
Malik moans. Eyes opening as he begins to put on a show worthy of his stage. He moves his hand up, fingers passing over the tip of his erection to gather the fluid there. Smearing it down as he snaps his hips up. Back arching off the ground, muscles straining to keep him up for a few seconds longer. He can feel the eyes of his watcher on him as he does it again and again. Hot and heavy, traveling down his body in a way that is more sensual than any physical touch.
The bushes rustle more than the wind can account for, but no other sound comes out. His watcher fights hard to keep silent even as he begins to touch himself. Hands pleasuring himself as he watches Malik writhe and moan under the light of the moon. That the watcher is male and finds his own release are things Malik knows are true. He has found signs of it when examining the bushes by the light of day.
Re: I Get Off [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-01 02:17 am (UTC)(link)It can be anyone in those bushes watching him. Rauf with his crooked teeth and charming smile. Naji with his calloused hands wrapped around his length. Altair with his golden eyes fixed intently on Malik. Any of the other novices can be there watching him, not knowing that Malik knew they are there. Finding their own release in watching him find his own.
It is an addiction. One that he discovered by accident and fed nightly. Malik twists with both hands. Crying out at the sharp pain in his nipple, the sharp jolt of pleasure from his length. It builds at an exhilarating speed. His hands move faster, pulse pounding as he races for his release. Egged on by the gaze he can still feel. Malik comes with a broken cry and one last thrust into his hand leaving him sprawled on the ground. Panting and cupping his soft flesh lightly.
Malik sighs and looks at his hand covered in the shiny fluid of his release. Vague curiosity stopping him from washing it off in the water as he usually did. Instead he brings his hand up and licks a stripe through the mess. He gags a bit at the taste and texture, and almost spits it out. The sound, a cross between a groan and a whine, from the bushes stops him. It is louder than anything he has ever heard from his watcher before and his breath hitches as he swallows. Malik pretends not to have heard the sound. Closes his eyes to pleasured slits and cleans his hand of his own release. Tongue flicking out to catch every bit of seed from his hand.
Another sound, definitely a moan, comes from his watcher. The deep sound is unmuffled, marking that the other has found his own release. Malik wonders what he though of that last bit, what he might have imagined. Malik licking the watcher's release? The thought is surprisingly tempting. A bit of heat at the thought passes through him.
Malik smiles as he stands up and wades out into the water. Closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of the cool water against his skin. Allowing his watcher the time he needs to extract himself from the bushes and escape. Letting the chance to discover his watchers identity pass along with his thoughts of making it all more personal. It was far more exciting the way it was, and Malik did not intend to change that.
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