Random Moments

They danced around, both the literal group of sweaty friends and the figurative group of unspoken desires. On that night, in a back alley, on an unknown day, at unknown hour, John knew he wanted to kiss Sid. He leaned in, their lips met, they kissed, they parted. What knowledge was gained, by John at least, was the feel of the heat on his lips after the kiss had ended. The sharpness of his senses. The twitch in his cock.

His brain screamed, “Tis not right. Tis not right.” But, his heart responded with, “Shut the fuck up. Tis glorious this is.”

In a small kitchen during a loud party John knew he wanted to go further. Sid was all too happy to comply. Ducking into a small as hell pantry they closed themselves into the little room. They quickly fell into heavy kissing and even heavier groping. Sid grabbed John’s hips pulling him against his groin. John moaned and pushed back causing Sid to fall against the rickety wooden shelves. The shelves’ contents clinking and clanking at the assault. Fevered hands descended on and decimated the zipper of his trousers and, conquered his underwear as well. Warm fingers touching and stroking his cock. John gurgled frothy noises in his throat as his mouth covered Sid’s again and again. He spilled into Sid’s hand as the pleasurable sensations poured throughout his body. His only noises, tiny grunts, swallowed down in fear of being heard. Then he was all hands. Grabbing and pulling roughly at Sid’s trousers until he felt the hard cock against the palm of his hand. Excited, to the point of desperation, Sid leaned in and humped John’s fingers and thigh. Loud grunts muffled into John’s shoulder announced the orgasm seconds before John felt the hot wetness in his hand. He shivered with delight. Once more they joined the party, grateful that the heat of the room hid the real reason behind their flushed cheeks.

It was to a heavy bass, dub beat that John’s mouth tasted Sid’s skin, cock and cum for the first time. He had, apparently, a natural talent at something he was taught was unnatural. He loved it. Loved the taste, the feel, the sounds, and the power. Sid’s body taken and taken and taken again as John perfected his skills.

The first time they crossed the line, that line, it brought a new level of glorious to John’s life. A single mattress, in a single room. More of the heated kisses John had grown to want and miss. They stripped down to their skins. John laying under, yet face up, with Sid above him, leaning down. John kissed and touched as he was being kissed and touched. Permissions were given, promises exchanged, and soon Sid was behind and then inside of John’s tight ass. His cock only making a half dozen appearances inside John’s body before Sid grunted to a climax. John shared in the pleasure as a white hot orgasm leapt through his body ,cum pooling under his untouched cock.

Sweet and silly in each other’s arms. Sarcastic and salty under the eye of everyone else. Vows, whispered in their own language became their bond. Over time this bond would harden, cracked here and there by lapses in judgment , but never completely destroyed.

A dingy hotel room, in a dingy part of town ,after a dingy show would be witness to the first time John reciprocated Sid’s invasions of his body. A few drinks to help the cause, caused John to be more than ready. Rolling and playing much in the same way they always did John decided to take the lead this time and pinned Sid onto his stomach. He straddle his back and leaned down to whisper his intentions.

Sid chuckled a little at the words adding, “Don’t matter, I’ll always be in charge no matter what you think.”
John smacked his ass hard for the remark but then laughed a deep laugh. He couldn’t wait to pay him back for that little insult.

Already hard at the idea and the play John took little time in preparation. He wanted it to sting Sid a little. He wanted to leave a lasting memory on Sid’s sweet ass. He could push in hard and quick. He didn’t want safe, sweet sex for his Siddey. He wanted it desperate, deep down and dirty.

Sid went from pissed, too pleased, to pushed over the edge with pleasure. When they finished, hot, sweaty and spent they laid in each other’s arms. The first time a real emotional connection was made. They clung to each other silently praying that it would not be the last time in each other’s arms.

It was a non -descript day at a non-descript time that they shared there last intimate moments together. Needle marks had already begun to corrode Sid’s skin. A vile girl rusting his brain. It was anger spilled over into lust that swept them up. Slamming down on the bare floor, clothes wrenched and ripped, skin bruised to a deep purple. A climax so strong for John that tears crawled down his face as he burrowed his face into Sid’s neck. Clinging he prayed for a way to make Sid stay in the world they had created. Devastated he watched him run head first into the black ink of the future.