perfect, but... you know...” he laughed nervously, looking up at Ira and scanning his massive, tattooed arms. The man gave him a reassuring smile.
“Perfect’s overrated,” he answered, drinking some water and observing the younger man’s moves. James left the pillow on the bed and moved towards Ira, but stopped midway, looking into a small, dirty mirror on the wall. The red burns on his jaw and neck definitely made him ‘imperfect’. “You not ‘ungry, boy?” Ira asked, already sitting on the freshly made bed.
“I am,” he said quickly. “And I’m almost twenty five you know...” he smiled gently, sitting on the side of the bed.
“So?” Ira laughed, brushing his fingers over the other man’s back and offering him the plate of food, “You still my pretty boy.”
“I am?” he bit his lip, but then quickly stuffed his mouth with bread, trying to fight his nervousness. Still, he felt strangely at ease being naked with Ira. “Pass me the jam?” he pointed at the little jar.
The treasure hunter blinked, as if he did not understand what he was talking about, then suddenly burst into a laugh. “Oh, that's not for ya mouth, boy!”
“What...?” he stuttered a bit, looking Ira in the eyes. The other man grunted lowly, embracing him with a heavy, tattooed arm.
“So tha’ you’re nice’n slick for me,” he said with clear anticipation in his tone.
James felt a flush of heat to his face but didn’t avert his gaze. “Is that what I think it is then?” he asked a bit nervously brushing the healthy side of his face against Ira’s neck.
“Yeah.” Ira nodded, mouth full of bread, placing a dried prune between James’ lips. He was hugging the other man in an assuring, yet dominant manner, leaving no doubt as to who would be taking on which role.
“I always thought that I’m ‘just looking’, therefore doing no harm...” James said, chewing the prune.
“So... since when you been... lookin’?” asked Ira massaging the back of his neck sensually.
“As a young boy I saw two male servants... let’s say... ‘caressing’ each other in the kitchen. It made me feel all hot and flustered and wrong on so many levels. But still, I'd always looked out for them since then, wishing to see it again. It was a cook and the local butcher's son... They were both so brawny...” James sighed, rolling his eyes at his own younger self. He shivered, as a warm tongue skipped along his sensitive ear.
“Did ya touch yourself?”
“I did...,” he said quietly, not without shame. “I’m such a weak man!” He lowered his gaze onto his own erection. He couldn’t resist the temptation that was presented by Ira.
“The hole as well?” Ira breathed with excitement. His hot hand gripped the other man’s thigh.
James’ eyes opened wider. “No!” he said fast, though it wasn’t actually the full truth. He had touched himself between his buttocks, just never inside.
“I’m a lucky man then” Ira breathed, feeding him again and nuzzling his long, wet hair with the side of his face.
James smiled slightly. “You think? You’re not worried my lack of experience will be annoying?” he sighed.
Ira pressed closer, sighing quietly. “I’ll get you plenty experience,” he promised, suddenly grabbing James’ suitcase from the side of the bed and opening it on his lap.
The aristocrat looked at him, surprised. “Let’s put that away...,” he moaned, embarrassed by the contents.
Instead of doing that, Ira grabbed the other man’s hair close to his head and teasingly bit his ear. “You are going to be so tight for me, boy” he breathed excitedly.
James gasped and felt a shiver down his spine when he looked into Ira’s eyes, as if he where looking at God himself. “A man like you had never approached me...” he whispered and his erection became stiffer, under the suitcase.
“And if one would... show me what he would do to you,” Ira murmured, running his fingers down James’ arm and into
“Perfect’s overrated,” he answered, drinking some water and observing the younger man’s moves. James left the pillow on the bed and moved towards Ira, but stopped midway, looking into a small, dirty mirror on the wall. The red burns on his jaw and neck definitely made him ‘imperfect’. “You not ‘ungry, boy?” Ira asked, already sitting on the freshly made bed.
“I am,” he said quickly. “And I’m almost twenty five you know...” he smiled gently, sitting on the side of the bed.
“So?” Ira laughed, brushing his fingers over the other man’s back and offering him the plate of food, “You still my pretty boy.”
“I am?” he bit his lip, but then quickly stuffed his mouth with bread, trying to fight his nervousness. Still, he felt strangely at ease being naked with Ira. “Pass me the jam?” he pointed at the little jar.
The treasure hunter blinked, as if he did not understand what he was talking about, then suddenly burst into a laugh. “Oh, that's not for ya mouth, boy!”
“What...?” he stuttered a bit, looking Ira in the eyes. The other man grunted lowly, embracing him with a heavy, tattooed arm.
“So tha’ you’re nice’n slick for me,” he said with clear anticipation in his tone.
James felt a flush of heat to his face but didn’t avert his gaze. “Is that what I think it is then?” he asked a bit nervously brushing the healthy side of his face against Ira’s neck.
“Yeah.” Ira nodded, mouth full of bread, placing a dried prune between James’ lips. He was hugging the other man in an assuring, yet dominant manner, leaving no doubt as to who would be taking on which role.
“I always thought that I’m ‘just looking’, therefore doing no harm...” James said, chewing the prune.
“So... since when you been... lookin’?” asked Ira massaging the back of his neck sensually.
“As a young boy I saw two male servants... let’s say... ‘caressing’ each other in the kitchen. It made me feel all hot and flustered and wrong on so many levels. But still, I'd always looked out for them since then, wishing to see it again. It was a cook and the local butcher's son... They were both so brawny...” James sighed, rolling his eyes at his own younger self. He shivered, as a warm tongue skipped along his sensitive ear.
“Did ya touch yourself?”
“I did...,” he said quietly, not without shame. “I’m such a weak man!” He lowered his gaze onto his own erection. He couldn’t resist the temptation that was presented by Ira.
“The hole as well?” Ira breathed with excitement. His hot hand gripped the other man’s thigh.
James’ eyes opened wider. “No!” he said fast, though it wasn’t actually the full truth. He had touched himself between his buttocks, just never inside.
“I’m a lucky man then” Ira breathed, feeding him again and nuzzling his long, wet hair with the side of his face.
James smiled slightly. “You think? You’re not worried my lack of experience will be annoying?” he sighed.
Ira pressed closer, sighing quietly. “I’ll get you plenty experience,” he promised, suddenly grabbing James’ suitcase from the side of the bed and opening it on his lap.
The aristocrat looked at him, surprised. “Let’s put that away...,” he moaned, embarrassed by the contents.
Instead of doing that, Ira grabbed the other man’s hair close to his head and teasingly bit his ear. “You are going to be so tight for me, boy” he breathed excitedly.
James gasped and felt a shiver down his spine when he looked into Ira’s eyes, as if he where looking at God himself. “A man like you had never approached me...” he whispered and his erection became stiffer, under the suitcase.
“And if one would... show me what he would do to you,” Ira murmured, running his fingers down James’ arm and into
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