Twelve Inches Around the World by Karl Flinders

Author:Karl Flinders
Format: mobi
Publisher: Olympia Press

Seven

Bill and Jud found they had time to return to their suite for a shower and a much-needed nap before dinner. As always, they lay locked in each other's arms while sleeping. There was admittedly sensual pleasure in sleeping that way, but also far more. It was reassurance, human warmth far above sensuality. It was as if they needed the sleeping closeness to recharge their batteries, for during the day the world took much from them. What communication they had while awake seemed painfully limited in comparison with what each had in him to express.

Bill was the first to waken. Anna Farrell (whom he would gladly surrender legally to Nancy's brother) had once astutely commented that while to the casual eye Jud Elkov had a face that one would not pick out in a crowd, after he had been fucking his face seemed for a while to display an almost ethereal beauty. Bill was reminded of this when he opened his eyes to see the face of his friend, sensual lips slightly open, high cheekbones more prominent than ever, curly black hair becomingly tousled. Bill allowed himself to surrender to a temptation he'd felt before: he placed a gentle kiss on those voluptuous lips.

Jud opened his eyes. There was surprise and a shade of uncertainty in them, as though he wondered if the kiss had been a dream. “It's only me,” Bill said, and erased the uncertainty by planting another kiss, lingering but still gentle, on those full warm lips.

“Is it my birthday?” Jud asked.

“Mine,” Bill said, though both knew it wasn't.

“That was nice,” Jud said. “Happy birthday.”

“How much would a real kiss cost me?”

“I guess it would pay for itself,” Jud said. “Like an electric milking machine.”

“Exactly like an electric milking machine.”

“What's the occasion?”

Bill hesitated. “I love you,” he said quietly, but with a trace of belligerence. “Is that enough?”

“All right. Go ahead.”

“You think I shouldn't?”

“No. I want you to. Only I wanted to know why you wanted to.”

“Why do you want me to?”

“I love you,” Jud said.

Since it was to be Bill's kiss Jud lay passive as Bill put his powerful hands on either side of his face—much like a sculptor fondling his favorite work—and slowly, joyfully pressed his open mouth to Jud's. It had always been a special pleasure to feel their tongues touching, rubbing against each other in quest of the infinitely enjoyable tissues of some lovely cunt, but even without that stimulus, with only the stimulus of their very special love for each other, it was a wonderful thing indeed.

Jud found it impossible to stay passive. His tongue routed Bill's all the way back to Bill's mouth to search it with fervor, till Bill regained control and returned to claim Jud's mouth with his own tongue. He rolled atop Jud to feel against his belly the great cock that had been his to wield only this morning. Jud's legs parted, his feet rubbed against Bill's shins, calves, snaked farther and farther around till they locked behind Bill's muscular thighs and moved still farther up to rub against his firm buttocks.

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