Call of the Hunted

The Widdershins got to his feet and removed his tattered clothes, throwing them away as if they were rubbish. His skin was the purest white, and the little hair he had on his body, in stark contrast, was the deepest black, like coal. His cock made Kayvan gasp. It was magnificent as it rose up from a rich bush of hair, filling with blood as the Widdershins became more and more excited. Kayvan placed his drink down as the Widdershins came over him.

"I want to make love to you, my dear sweet, Kayvan."

"How do you want me?"

"Lie on your back. I want to see the expression on your beautiful face as I enter you. I want to kiss and lick you all over. I want to be so completely yours that we will never want to part."

Kayvan obeyed. "I want you, too."

"You are so handsome," the Widdershins said as he knelt down, gently parting Kayvan's legs as he did so.

"You are handsome, too, my Charlie."

The Widdershins' now fully erect penis pressed against the warmth between Kayvan's legs. He then came over Kayvan so that his eyes stared deep into his, blocking the clouds once more.

"Kiss me," Kayvan said barely audible.

This time it was the Widdershins' turn to obey.

Warm lips pressed to Kayvan's and evoked a moan. The sensation of such sensual contact made his mind spin and his body ignite with a yearning he so wanted satiated. Immediately the Widdershins sent in his tongue and the feeling of the man's wet flesh touching him made his stomach quiver. Kayvan closed his eyes, immersed deep in the torrent of emotion the Widdershins had created with his contact. The man parted from him for a brief unbearable moment.

"Are you ready, my love?" he said, then quickly continued with his passionate kiss.

Kayvan didn't have time to answer, didn't care. He knew what his man wanted. He would let him have it as he wanted the same. That was all there was to it.

The Widdershins moved out of his vision so Kayvan could see the clouds again. But before he could fathom what was happening, a strange sensation tingled at his rectum and ran like fingers up his spine. He gasped as he realised the Widdershins was licking his arse hole, just as one would an ice-cream. The delicious sounds and gurgles of delight the Widdershins made as his tongue penetrated him, its soft wetness lubricating Kayvan for what would surely follow, drove him to the point of ecstasy.

"Take me. Quick," Kayvan said with a gasp. "Before it's too late."

The Widdershins came back over Kayvan, his face wet with saliva. "Now you are ready."

Kayvan pulled him closer. "Yes."