Written for International Day
of Slash, July 1st, 2005
When I first moved to my new
home, I was surprised to find these two gorgeous guys living right in front of
my apartment. I thought finally I’d be lucky and maybe I could start something
with one of them… though the idea of being with them both was very thrilling.
I’m not that kind of girl, but watching them, it was difficult to choose one or
the other.
One was blond, tall, long
legs, very well built, and with a pair of light blue eyes, the most incredible
I’ve ever seen. His name was Ken Hutchinson, though everybody called him Hutch.
Then there was the other one,
dark haired, a bit more muscular, not that long legs, but very nice watching
too. And his eyes were of an incredible deep blue that caught my attention. His
name was David Starsky.
I realized they were very
friendly and kind, as they came to my rescue with some of the bags and some
other stuff I was carrying to my place from my car, after the moving company
left. They were very joyful, and their smiles were something that could take
your breath away.
From that first encounter, I
was focused on finding out something else about them, and trying to get closer
to them. I surely wanted something more personal with them.
I realized that they lived
together, what was great as being good friends and room-mates, things could be
easier. And it seemed there were no one else around, I mean no girl involved,
at least not that lived with them.
I started making some
questions in the grocery, the supermarket, and all of the people I asked said
the same. ‘Great guys.’ ‘They’re cops
and very close friends.’ ‘Very nice
people.’ But what really caught my attention was what one guy said, ‘They’re already
caught.’ I thought that guy realized my
intentions, so I decided to be more careful, and to pay more attention. If
they’re already caught, then there should be some girl around some time.
I started my own detective
work to find out who the lucky girls were. It had been almost a week, and no
woman in sight. Well I thought they could be traveling or visiting some
relatives. Anyway I went on observing them, and I even used my binoculars. I
know this is very kind on my side, but I wanted to be sure.
And then something happened
that made me understand everything.
One night I was in my
living-room with my binoculars watching across the street to their apartment. I
admit I had a very good view from there. They were both wearing only a pair of
shorts because the night was very warm, and were barefooted.
Hutch was sitting on the couch,
his long legs sprawled, showing his big package under his shorts. How I would
love to be between those legs getting more acquainted with that part of him.
Starsky came from the kitchen
carrying a bowl of popcorn, and stopped in his tracks as he saw Hutch in that
position. He said something, but I couldn’t read his lips. Though I could
imagine then when Hutch answered those words with one hand caressing his bulge,
and with the other he gestured Starsky to get closer.
Starsky readily left the bowl
on the coffee table, and fell to his knees between those legs, and pressed with
his hands on the bulge too. The look he gave Hutch told more than what I needed
to hear. And the blond gave the same look back to him. Of course they were
caught. And of course I couldn’t find any woman around them… they were
lovers!!! They lived together not just
like friends but like a couple.
I almost fell after that scene
in front of me. And I was ready to leave them alone, but I couldn’t resist my
curiosity to know what they were up to. I couldn’t resist the temptation to
watch them make love, so I stayed in the same place wishing they wouldn’t go to
the bedroom, and that they just stayed there.
And they did stay and gave me
a whole show.
Starsky’s hands readily opened
the short’s fly, and I had a very good sight of the package that was hidden in
those shorts. My eyes hadn’t lied to me; he had everything in a very good size.
As that big cock was set free,
Starsky took it with one hand and started to pump it, while with the other he
started playing with the balls and base. For Hutch’s expression, Starsky knew
very well what he was doing. After some moments playing that way, Hutch guided
Starsky’s head right to his shaft, and Starsky willingly took the whole thing
in his mouth, giving him a deep-throat treatment.
Suddenly Hutch stopped
Starsky, and told him something. They separated a bit, and both took off their
shorts. That was really kind of them… LOL... Now I could appreciate both
well-shaped bodies in a better way. My God, and they really were very well
shaped. Everything in the right size.
After getting rid of the
little clothes they had on, they lay on the couch together cuddling and
kissing. Each pair of hands caressing every inch they could reach of the body
of the other man. Legs entwined making a mixture of fair skin against a more
dark and hairy skin. It was incredible, and so full of passion.
Then they separated again, and
took a 69 position. Starsky lay on his back, Hutch straddling him. It was clear
they both enjoyed the view, and after setting in a comfortable position, each
one took the shaft of the other in his mouth, while with their hands made a
good job massaging base and balls too.
It was evident they were so
hot, because they didn’t last long. Soon they both were convulsing in a very
deep and passionate orgasm, swallowing every drop of cum.
Then Hutch turned his
position, laying against Starsky both very close in the couch till they fell
asleep in the afterglow.
It was, and it is yet very
difficult to describe my feelings about those two gorgeous men being together.
I’m not sure if I have to feel disappointed for what I saw that night. Yes,
they’re two men loving each other. And yes, they’re two men having sex with
each other. But, why should I feel disappointed or disgusted?
The guy that said they were
already caught was right. It is very clear now. They are very special for what
we’re used to see in a couple. They belong to each other. They love each other.
Now I realize that they’re not
just two men having sex. They’re two men in love. They’re two men making love
to each other in a way that I hope some day more people can understand as I do
now.
THE END