Nanban Kozhutha Mallu Athaiyai Oothen 8211 Part 2
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Box Shaped HeartChapter 32: Sometimes, It’s All About The Plates free porn video
“Microwave recipes,” Carter mumbled as he began browsing cooking websites.
Maybe he could make lasagna! But wait, Aron was making a much better lasagna, anyway. The best. So maybe something else would be a better idea. Like a surprise.
Hmm, maybe something healthy? Okay, he started reading, with Taz cuddled next to him on the sofa. Flaxseeds? What the fuck were those? Were they even edible? Somehow that recipe didn’t sound too tasty. Moving on, moving on.
So many types of cheese, Carter shook his head. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard about cheddar and mozzarella and whatnot before, only that he hadn’t cared about what they were exactly. What kind of cheese was used for a cheeseburger anyway?
“I’m not getting anywhere like this, am I?” he asked Taz, and the dog whined, asking to be petted.
Carter quickly obliged, scratching his pet behind the ears. By the way Taz blinked, yawned and stretched, that was just the spot.
“Well, we need to start somewhere,” he decided and placed the laptop on the coffee table, and went for the fridge to check what he had in there.
Ah, well, there was still plenty of food from Aron’s mom. He should just opt for warming up something instead of trying to cook something on his own. Yet, it felt like he wasn’t doing enough.
“Taz, do you think I could seduce Aron with food?”
The dog barked one time and shook his head.
“Yeah, I thought so,” Carter said with a sigh. “With his mom’s cooking, he won’t risk food poisoning, which would be pretty much whatever I could cook. So, let’s settle for the tried and tested. Plus, Aron’s mom really knows how to cook, unlike me.”
Hmm, but what was he supposed to do, now that he had finished working, and there were still a couple of hours until Aron got home? He looked around the small apartment. There were no dishes to do ... ah, damn, he had no dishes. Proper dishes. Only plastic everything.
“Let’s go shopping,” he told Taz, and the dog didn’t need another invitation, jumping from the sofa and going straight for the door.
Two hours later, Carter was displaying on the kitchen table three sets of plates in different colors, two glass sets, and various cutlery from the simplest to the fanciest he could find at the store.
“Which one do you think Aron would like best?”
To test Taz’s taste in cutlery, he offered his dog one plate, then another, so that the pet could sniff them. The golden retriever seemed completely unimpressed.
“Really, you’re not helping,” Carter glared.
Now where was he going to store everything? He opened the cabinets and looked inside. Well, there were the plastic plates he needed to get rid of, and also some suspicious cereal boxes. Grabbing a trash bag, he began stuffing them inside, until he managed to almost empty all the cabinets.
Taz stood up straight, twitching his ears.
“What is it?” Carter asked, and then he heard the sound of the keys in the door.
Ah, damn, he looked around panicked. The house was now even messier than before. They didn’t even have enough room to eat. And Aron was probably dead beat tired and just wanted to have something to chow and...
“Are we turning into a china shop?” Aron asked from the kitchen door, looking amused at the loaded table.
“No,” Carter said slowly, “but I realized I needed some plates.”
“Some indeed,” Aron’s lips twitched. “Come here,” he added in an affectionate tone.
Carter almost stubbed his toe in a chair as he went straight into Aron’s open arms. The man grabbed him and kissed him deeply.
Oh, fuck, that was ... oh, that was ... His mind was totally blank, and his eyes were probably rolling in his head, as Aron’s tongue was giving his a shiatsu massage or something.
“Are you hungry?” he barely managed when Aron reluctantly let go of him.
Aron shook his head and bore his eyes into Carter’s. Okay, now that was an intense look, right there. What could it mean?
Aron suddenly took his hand and began walking toward the bedroom, pulling Carter after him.
“Taz, stay here, and be a good boy,” Aron said sternly at the dog that was happily marching after them.
The dog whined but decided to curl into his dog bed.
“What are we...” Carter mumbled.
Aron pulled him inside the bedroom and closed the door after them. Carter watched in fascination as the man was undressing with efficient moves and a concentrated look on his face. Maybe he should undress, too? Or maybe Aron wanted to do that?
His dilemma was short-lived, as Aron moved to grab him, now completely naked, pulling him into another hungry kiss, while his steady hands pushed Carter’s t-shirt up.
“All day,” Aron spoke softly, but urgently, “all I could think of was getting back to you. So sorry, hun, but food will have to wait.”
“Hun?” Carter wondered.
Aron didn’t reply. Instead, he pushed Carter on the bed, making sure to pull his pants and underwear in the process, leaving Carter just as naked. Aron’s body was heavy over his, and it was so damn great to feel the guy skin on skin.
Oh, Aron surely knew how to kiss, but it wasn’t the only thing he was good at. He was now using one rough hand to tease Carter’s nipples, first one, then the other, alternating his moves with brushes of the fingers and small pulls. And all this time, he was kissing Carter like his next breath was depending on him doing so.
It wasn’t like he minded. If anything, he could not care less if the world was going down in flames right that very moment.
“Ah, I bought something for us,” Aron let go of him to straighten up and rummage for something in his work bag.
“Ah,” Carter replied matter-of-factly, seeing the lube. “That thing I had wasn’t very good, right?”
Aron nodded, a bit amused.
Oh, so Aron was going to ... By all means, he had no idea why he was nervous. Maybe he was too excited. He didn’t need to look down to know that his dick approved of whatever Aron wanted to do. So he opened his palm, gesturing for Aron to throw him the lube. Funny his hand wasn’t trembling when catching the thing.
Pretending to be interested in what it said on the label, he raised the tube and squinted at the fine print.
“10 out of 10 gay guys vouch for this thing,” Aron said with a small, all-knowing smile. “Perfect reviews, cross my heart.”
Carter looked over at his friend. Of course, the guy was in the mood for joking. But it was important to know that the product was tried and tested.
“So, should I ... put it on me? In me, I mean?” Carter stuttered.
“No, let me,” Aron climbed back on the bed close to him and took the lube from his hand.
Carter could swear that the next moment when Aron was going to touch him, he was going to come apart. Or maybe he was just going to hold himself into that one point, and if Aron was going to remove his hand, he was just going to break in tiny little pieces, so it was vital for Aron to touch him forever like that.
“Relax,” Aron cooed into his ear, as he aligned his body with Carter and his hand moved lower.
Aron hovered over Carter’s abdomen, caressing it in passing, pulled a bit at the hair just above Carter’s sex, and brushed over the half-hard and weeping cock lying on the side. Of course, the guy was going straight for that.
He was sure he was making all kinds of sounds, as Aron’s deft fingers pushed into his ass crack, making way for them.
“Do you want this?” Aron asked, his voice low and a tad strained.
“Oh-ho,” Carter replied. “I want it really bad.”
“Could you ask me?” Aron begged.
Why did Aron think he had to beg for such a thing? It was taking Carter all the patience he didn’t have not to spread open, squirt half the tube of that thing into his ass, and be the one to beg to get wrecked.
He turned his head just enough so that he could stare into Aron’s eyes.
“Fuck me, A,” he said simply.
Aron’s eyelashes fluttered and Carter made a small surprised sound when the guy pushed him on his back, climbing on top and between his legs.
“You okay with the missionary position?” Aron asked, his voice tender and now lacking any trace of humor.
“Are you kidding me? I’m more than okay,” Carter replied, caressing Aron’s broad shoulders. “I want to stare at you, like this,” he added, pulling his friend closer for a kiss.
“Okay,” Aron said with a small sigh. “But don’t hate me, okay?”
“Why should I...”
Carter’s words died on his lips when Aron found the way between his legs and pushed. He was barely at the entrance, but the small play with fingers and lube hadn’t quite prepared him for what was about to happen.
“Sorry, give me a second,” Aron mumbled. “I have no idea why I’m so impatient.”
Carter moved to capture Aron’s waist with his legs.
“You know that you’re not exactly helping,” Aron glared.
“Oh, but that is exactly what I’m doing,” Carter grinned and pushed his body up to rub as much of him as he could against Aron’s erection. “I can take it,” he added bravely.
“I’m sure,” Aron chuckled. “But I don’t want to be sent to sleep on the sofa later.”
“Funny, but not funny,” Carter said back. “If my ass hurts after this, I’ll just fuck your ass, and be even.”
“Deal,” Aron said affectionately and moved only enough so he could sneak a hand between them, reach his cock, and guide it home.
“Oh, yes,” Carter moaned, despite the small pain.
His body was adjusting. It was actually getting hungry for Aron, swallowing up the guy’s dick, and Carter was totally agreeing with it.
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” Aron praised and leaned in for a kiss.
Carter used both hands to grab Aron’s ass. His heels were already digging into Aron’s hamstrings, and now he just needed to use his hands, too, to bring the guy closer.
“Fuck me hard,” he whispered, and Aron’s breath hitched for a second.
Oh, but Aron did know how to fuck, how to move amply and give it to him good.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Carter encouraged his friend, bucking his hips upward, trying to get even more of that good thing.
“Oh, damn, you surely know how to drive a guy crazy,” Aron whispered. “I thought about this all day, and now I feel like it’s going to be over too soon.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll fuck again later,” Carter promised.
Aron’s hammering was making him get close to the edge, too. This wasn’t the right moment to try postponing this. There was going to be time later for seconds. This was just the first course, nothing else.
“It’s like the entrée or something,” he mumbled.
Aron was speeding up now.
“Entrée?” he asked, but it was clear, by the hazy look in his eyes that he could not even understand the word.
“Yeah, let’s have a five-course meal or something. Fuck five times a day,” Carter moaned the words as he could no longer speak normally.
“Wow,” Aron breathed hard. “I might have a problem keeping up with that.”
“I don’t think so,” Carter whispered in his ear. “And I’ll fuck you when you get tired.”
Aron’s voice was ragged and strangled at this point. He was using one hand to grab Carter’s cock and rub it frantically.
“Oh, fuck,” Carter pushed his head against the pillow, as he came all over.
Aron was now making the bed rattle as his thrusts became short and hard. A few seconds later, he pushed himself in and stood there for what Carter felt like the perfect kind of forever, only to drop by his partner’s side a bit later.
“Better?” Carter grinned. “Fuck, there’s jizz all over,” he added with a small laugh, touching his chest. “I’m like a spitting fountain or something.”
Aron laughed, but it was clear that he had serious trouble getting his breathing back to normal.
“Spitting fountain? What’s that?”
“Like a jumping fountain, only that it’s spitting instead of jumping,” Carter explained.
“I suddenly have a weird passion for fountains,” Aron joked. “Sorry I took you by surprise.”
“You were horny,” Carter shrugged. “So no sweat. And you know, whenever you’re horny, just ... go for it.”
“Ha, ha, you have no idea what you’re proposing,” Aron laughed. “I told you, I might jump you at the weirdest times.”
“As long as we don’t end up in jail,” Carter replied, but he was laughing, too, now.
“Carter,” Aron turned toward him. “You don’t mind me staying here.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Nope, not at all,” he replied nonetheless.
“And this,” Aron pointed at the two of them with a flick of the wrist, “this doesn’t bother you, either.”
“You sure know how to fuck,” Carter said. “I don’t remember ever coming like this.”
“But when you experimented, you know, with the dildo, how was it?” Aron asked.
The dildo? Ah, that lie.
“Definitely not like this,” he replied promptly.
“I’m sorry if I’m being nosy, but how come ... you never told me you wanted this?” Aron insisted.
“Something up my ass, you mean? I don’t know,” Carter shrugged. “I mean, it only happened after you got married.”
Oh, what a tangled web...
Oh, shut up. I’m sticking to the truth as much as I can.
“Was I responsible then?” Aron asked.
“For me wanting a dicking? I don’t know,” Carter mumbled.
Fuck. This was getting difficult.
“Hey, you didn’t tell me stuff, either. Like who’s this David dude?” Carter inquired.
“Ah, David,” Aron chuckled. “You made quite an impression on him over the phone. Oh, he cannot wait to meet you in person. I bet he’ll be totally smitten.”
“Why, is he gay, too?” Carter asked.
And the award for the most credible performance goes to...
There is no such award, shut the fuck up.
“Yes, he is. He runs a club, one that caters to more specific tastes,” Aron explained. “He’s a good friend. Back in the days when he was trying to lift his project off the ground, I helped him with some money. And we’ve been friends ever since.”
“For how long?” Carter inquired.
“Several years,” Aron answered.
“Ah, so that means that we were still friends when you met David,” Carter said. “And you,” he pointed an accusing finger at Aron, “didn’t tell me about him.”
Aron shook his head.
“That was stupid of me. I was trying to keep the two parts of my life apart. Trying to manage, I think.”
“What parts?” Carter asked.
“The one that involved me being gay, and the other that involved ... you,” Aron said, and this time, he looked away, seemingly embarrassed.
“I was the only one who didn’t know you were gay?” Carter demanded, and he could feel his heart getting a bit smaller.
“The only one important to me, yes,” Aron admitted. “I should have just told you,” he added with a deep sigh. “But I felt it was such a big risk.”
“Not that I exactly blame you,” Carter mumbled. “I was an ass at the wedding. But I couldn’t...”
... be happy for you.
“ ... accept it,” he said instead.
“Just out of curiosity, what were you thinking during that time?” Aron asked, his voice soft and calm. “That I betrayed you? By not telling you?”
Carter swallowed hard a few times.
“Yes,” he said in a meek voice. “Really? Everyone knew except me?”
He couldn’t even sound properly annoyed by the idea. For the simple reason that he couldn’t be annoyed with Aron ever.
“I’m sorry, buddy,” Aron touched his arm and let his hand there. “I should have trust you not to judge me, instead of sending you into a shock and...”
“Hey, I was an ass. Don’t make up excuses for me.”
“Okay,” Aron agreed and smiled. “But, for the record, I think I was more pissed at me for not being able to explain to you about me, then at you.”
“Can you imagine how that conversation would have gone?” Carter snickered.
“Yeah,” Aron snorted. “I bet it would have been messy, either way.”
“Yeah, for sure,” Carter agreed. “Even in college ... I mean that was when you started fooling around with dudes, right?”
Aron nodded.
“I would have probably wanted a demonstration,” Carter continued. “Ask you about the mechanics of, you know.”
“Anal sex,” Aron filled in the gap.
“Yeah,” Carter nodded. “I would have wanted to see you doing it.”
“Really? Would you have watched me fucking some guy?” Aron looked surprised.
“No,” Carter scowled. “I would have liked to see a dildo up your ass.”
The moment the words flew from his lips he knew he was in it deep. Just the image of Aron playing with a dildo and making it magically disappear inside his sexy ass was making his dick twitch and throb some. Which was weird since he had just come.
“Oh, damn,” Aron said softly. “Well, let’s not cry over spilled milk. Now I think I’m hungry. Let’s try fitting two people into that shower and then into that kitchen.”
“Oh, no,” Carter murmured. “There are just plates and all kinds of stuff everywhere.”
“Then I’ll take you and Taz out. Or we can order a pizza,” Aron shrugged.
“Your mom would kill us knowing that we skip eating decent food, food she made, so we can stuff our faces with junk food,” Carter recited in one breath.
“Look who’s suddenly health conscious,” Aron laughed. “Okay, let’s wash, and then we’ll put things in order in that kitchen. What do you say?”
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