Gay sex and politics

Gary had smoked cigarettes for the twentieth. Only in the kitchen, heard the usual unbearable roar of Via Toledo.
He was naked. Its slim and graceful body is perfectly suited to the category that had saddled ... emo.
Short hair blacks, with bangs over his eyes, pierced nipples and one on the lips, blue eyes of a spoiled child ...

Gary looked around, then with an automatic gesture, he passed his hand over the body without hair, nobody would have ever given 22 years. He squeezed her nipple while his other hand reached to his dick, small and hard. He began to masturbate ... so out of boredom. He did not think nothing, heard nothing ... it was something other than automatically.
The lock of the door turned three times. Opened. Closed.
Heavy footsteps crossed the hall, steps that the young emo knew well. Materialized in the room a figure of medium height, sturdy. Gary turned his face toward the figure and its pink lips leaked two words "Hello love." In response, the figure approached the boy and kissed him descending. They shook their tongues in a sweet dance of passion. The emo stroked the nape of his teammate, while he's squeezed the nipple. Then he went straight to the point, putting his hand between the legs of Gary, who broke away by the passionate embrace to show a sweet smile "What the hell you just arrived and already a party to the attack! You're just a communist pig! "He said softly and emo. The Communist grinned from under his cap, which stands proudly on a red star. If you took it off, revealing a tousled short hair and light brown, dry face and a look of deep lively eyes blacks. "As if you did not like." Said tightening the nipple of emo, which made my face hurt to play. "Look, I'm a delicate gentleman ... not a vulgar Communist horny!" Stretched out his hand thrust into his trousers of the boy, shaking his cock powerfully. Then he looked at him mischievously, moistening his lips "And then you go in a hurry ... Titian." He said, almost whining, but Titian once replied, "You know that for certain things ... I go very slowly."
The sensual voice of the red went out to a new embrace of languages. Gary unbuttoned and dropped the pants of his teammate, starting to masturbate, trying to keep the pace with which they moved their tongues. After a few minutes of this ritual cock of red, splashed its contents on the burning body of emo. "Yeah you lose your strength? What kind of fighter are you? "He asked with languid tone, without waiting for an answer in the mouth a member, began to strike her with his tongue, while Titian put his hand on the head of the lover, sway back and forth to guide the movement of the mouth heme. Soon the room was filled with gasps of pleasure by Titian, who had the deepest blacks surrounded by those blue eyes of Gary. After about ten minutes, the red cock exploded again. The hot liquid flooded her throat and swallowed the young emo suddenly pulling the mouth from the State. "That's it," asked a voice mischievous and provocative, but Titian looked at him with a flash animal in the eye "continue."
Gary lay on the table and Titian, having put a condom, took posandosele legs on his shoulders as he penetrated. The young Emo uttered a cry of pleasure as the cock of her lover gained speed and strength. Red put his arms on the table as a support to give more impetus to his fury "like a hammer! Yes! Like a hammer! "Shouted Gary alternating spasms of pleasure gasps of delight. But then he opened his eyes and looked at Titian, his eyes shut and ground his teeth ... but in a grimace of pain. Continued for half an hour, then went limp Tiziano gently on the body ... the emo lover panting breath but had not listened to what a sigh of pleasure.
A few minutes later they were on the couch, Gary sat on the lap of Titian. Simply. Gently immersed in the dark.
"I beat up the cops right?" Said Gary lover seriously. Titian was bewildered, not knowing what to say. Gary urged "Another time! You and your damn collective "burst into tears and putting her head on the breast of the lover" I do not want to lose your ideals ... I do not want. "Said the sobbing young emo, Tiziano caressed gently by telling him .." I worry ... beat but not kill me. "