Caribbean Moon

Disclaimer: I do not know Johnny and Orlando. This is purely a work of fiction and written just for fun. I make no money from writing, I just earn enjoyment.

As Johnny stood on the isolated beach he began to think back to when Orlando had first apporached him. It was not unlike this very beach he was standing on now. They had just finished filming some scenes that were excruciating and tiresome, as Gore kept asking for retakes. The beach that connected them to the filming site was private and cordoned off to the public. Johnny remembers standing there, tired, relaxing after the hard days filming. Orli had silently walk up beside him and handed him a bottle of opened wine.
"Sorry..no glasses" he had said.
'Got a brown paper sack to go along with that?" Johnny asked.
Orli responded with a confused grin.
"Give me that.." Johnny said..taking the bottle and tilted it up to his lips.
They stood like that..shoulder to shoulder..passing the bottle between them like dharma bums in a railyard for what seemed a life time, time seemed to be standing still for the both of them.
Finally, Orli took a step back, moved behind the brunette and encirlced his arms around him from behind. His hot breathe gently drifting into Johnnys ear.
He whispered softly..these simple words.
"You're beautiful..is it okay that I say that?"
Johnny, a bit stunned and speechless whispered back
"K'
Orlis hands slipped from Johnnys chest down to his waist..."I have been watching you..
thinking about you..."
"Yeah?" was all the eccentric actor could muster between shallow breathes.."and what do you want me to do with that, Orli?" he asked somewhat sarcastically.
"I dont know yet" Orli answered.
That was when the young British actor slipped his hands a little lower and unbuttoned the jeans on the slender abdomen..then unzipped the ripped and torn denim. He then slipped his beautifully large hands inside the waist band of his boxers....
The stillness and the silence was almost deafening...When Orli's hand grasped the rather large and growing cock, Johnny tilted his head back and a deep gasp erupted from deep within his soul, resting his head on the shoulder of the beautiful creature behind him.
"What?....." was all Johnny could say..he was breathless and taken aback by the situation unfolding behind him..within him.
"Oh God........."
"Is this okay?" Orli asked. "You can slap me if you want."
Johnny responded by brushing his backside against Orli's cock.
"I dont think slapping will be in order here"
Johnny turned around , Orli's hands slipping upon his buttocks, he reached up to Orli's face and pulled him to a kiss.
"I have been watching you too...and thinking about you."
Orli pulled Johnny down onto the sand, which briefly interupted their kiss.
As they rolled around in the sand Orlando ended up on top, surprised to be looking down into brown eyes sparkling in the full Caribbean moon. What he saw there was a man so certain about what was beginning to unfold. He reached up and slipped Johnny's shirt over his head and began to kiss his way down the brown skin leading to the unzipped jeans.
With the sound of the waves crashing on the secluded beach he whispered to Johnny
"I want to make love to you right here. I want to take every part of your body ..."
he began to remove their jeans and to lick every part of the mans lightly bronzed skin. Starting with the inner thighs and moving down toward his knees, resting his lips on Johnny's tattooed ankle. He removed the rest of his clothing and climbed his way back up to look into Johnnys eyes.
"I cant wait any longer Johnny. I have to have you now."
He put two of his fingers into his mouth to moisten them and inserted them into that sweet spot as Johnny moaned loudly and arched his body upwards.
"Have you ever done this before Johnny?"
"Yes" Johnny moaned
"Good then were on the same page?"
"That would be the prologue..I suppose?' Johnny asked
"Definetly" Orli answered."Might hurt with out oil...." he added.
"I can take it..pain is no big deal..Have you seen my tattoos?"
"Oh" Orli laughed and he placed his cock to the opening of Johnnys ass and said
"Chapter one about to commence" and he began the ascention into Johnny's soul...
The pain was so intense Johnny dug his finger tips into the younger man's shoulders. What he was feeling both physically and emotionally brought white hot stars to his eyes. He had to close them tight to totally apreciate where he was going.
Orli must of sensed his sensation of pain because he asked
"Are you okay?"
"Wonderful..dont stop!" he shouted, the sound echoing off the large waves of the Caribbean beach.
Orli began rocking his body, running his hands along the sides of Johnnys hips and finally coming to rest gently on Johnny's hard cock.
He began caressing him and whispering words that were drown out by the ocean and a jet soaring high above them in the night sky.
With every rocking of his body he drove deeper into Johnnys body.
Every movement,
every whispered word,
brought deep breathes from the man below.
Johnny began to feel the virgin..like he was back at age 13, in the back of that van in Florida..That first time he had known what intimacy was.
"Deeper!" Johnny shouted "Harder"
"Okay" Orli answered back, almost agressive in his movements and speech.
"You know I will need about a dozen cigarettes when this is over" Johnny said into Orlis ear...
"Over...who said anything about it being over?" Orli replied breathlessly.
He reached up to Johnnys face and briefly caressed his lips with his fingertips...returning his hand down to the cock that was about to erupt in the passion and heat.
As Johnny climaxed he tightened his legs around Orli's body, he began to shake and let out a few obsenities....
Orli, came seconds later, pulling Johnny into a sitting position as he did..he then whispered breathlessly
"Now how about that dozen cigarettes?"
"Sure if I can find my jeans" Johnny laughed.