"Liono's Little Friend"

By RD Rivero

September 11, 2000

"Hahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!" the male voice laughed heartily -- if not a little tired and worn. "Come on, come on, baby, show me what you got! Show it to me, show it to me -- your body, your bulging, throbbing cock ready cum and burst your hot load like a volcano."

The bedroom was featureless in the haze of the murky shadows, cast in the dim, blue light of the night that poured in from the one and only open window.

"Don't tease me now," the unseen man pleaded in a tone burdened by heavy breathing. "You lion, you beautiful, buffed lion -- it's not like I haven't seen what you got down there already. Hahahahaha."

Liono's standing image was almost superimposed next to the window while the voice spoke from shadow and darkness -- he had his hands around his crotch, his fingers curled under the rounded form of his well-hung balls. Gradually his lengthening, hardening phallus emerged into view though covered by his tight shorts.

"Make me hard without touching me," the man said. "Make me cum with just the thought of your body --" soft laughter followed.

Liono ran his hands over the shirt of his uniform, touching those exposed parts of his skin in gentle, winding circles. The contours and outlines of his muscles he paid very close attention to, making sure he did not miss one detail, not one detail that showed through his formfitting uniform. His breathing shallowed and he exaggerated the effect with highly tightening and relaxing stomach muscles, with almost audible moans. He palmed his own breasts, he spread his fingers firmly around the fabric that covered his nipples, exposing them, as it were, while they hardened.

"Take it off! Oh, you LION, take it OFF!"

Liono arched his head back, massaging the inside of his thighs -- those parts of his muscled flesh just under the heaving bulge that had formed in his shorts. The heat coming off it -- he chuckled a little and, while he looked straight forward, eyes unblinking, he unfastened his shirt -- it fell to his feet lifeless on the floor. Open to clear view was the chiseled and molded form of his exposed chest. "You like it? You want me to flex?"

Only heavy breathing answered.

He kissed and licked his tensed and bulging biceps, he flexed his pectorals and the moaning could be heard through the walls.

"Now!" the seemingly-disembodied voice from the darkness shouted, "oh, baby, now --"

Liono looked down onto his crotch, smiling. It throbbed while he grew harder and erect. His shorts were gradually being pulled down by the bulge that was still forming between his legs. He put his hands over himself --

"No, don't cover it --"

He stroked himself, beginning with where his shaft began to the tip and then back up the length. He pulled his shorts down slightly, just enough to expose the start of his dick and then he pushed it back up. He stroked again only with his palm, drawing his fingers around his balls, feeling himself entirely -- he thrust his hips forward and withdrew, groaning loudly in ecstasy. He lowered his shorts again, exposing more of his dick, eager and aching for its skin to be touched.

"You wicked devil, you!" The words were spoken slowly, forcefully. "Oh pull it out! Pull it out!"

Liono drooled. He shoved one hand down his shorts and with the other he took off what was left of his clothes. He was so excited that he could scarcely cover himself entirely. He removed his hand and his dick sprung out, pointing straight up at a comfortable angle. He was completely erect and stepped closer so that he could be seen in all his glory.

His dick was covered in a light coating of tan fur, the shiny, rugged tip of his head slowly poked itself free out from under his retracting foreskin. His shaft was a long, straight seven inches and two inches in diameter -- it throbbed, it bulged in superannuated veins. Suspended beneath, his balls hung loosely from his body but in the coolness of the room and in the eroticism of the moment his scrotal skin tightened, his balls pressed slowly and firmly against his body.

"Pull you skin back -- I'm so hard!"

With his hands curled around the base of his dick he tugged quickly, his skin rolled back and exposed his deeply-colored tip. He pulled the soft, excess flesh until he was taught and smooth around the underside of his head.

Little droplets of a clear liquid trickled down to the floor.

"Rub it, oh, oh, rub it, baby. Oh, I'm so close to coming -- I can feel it."

He wrapped his right hand around his shaft just under his head. He pumped up and down slowly, slowly never actually touching his tip. His already shallow breathing turned into loud and pronounced panting. His heart beat quickly and his flesh, his chest, his cheeks took on a flushed, red color.

"Oh, my god," Liono cried, "Oh, my god!"

The sound of his frantic rubbing increased while his pumping, stroking action heightened.

He stopped, he took his hands off himself and thrust his dick forward violently -- he squirted volcanically, his hot, white cum soared through the air in short bursts and splattered loudly against the mirror before him.

Liono, amidst the euphoria of his fading orgasm, was only into his third burst of semen when the door to his room opened suddenly.

"Liono? What on Third Earth is going on in there? Snarf, snarf."

Snarf's small, catlike frame could be seen clearly, under the strong light of the open doorway, in the mirror on the wall next to the open window.

"What, what?" Liono asked, he could barely keep his eyes open. "Snarf?" He fell to his knees slowly to retrieve the closes that were on the floor. "Snarf?" He said while he collected his shorts -- semen dribbled from his rapidly deflating penis. "Don't you knock?" His panting was still evident but his heart rate began to wane.

"I didn't think there was anyone in here, sorry. Snarf, snarf. I kept hearing these strange noises, voices, like there were two people in here --"

"It's just me, Snarf, I'm going to bed. I'm sorry if I disturbed you." And with that the door was shut and all was darkness again.

 

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