Story Orgy Monday...Farewells & Greetings pt. 3

Happy Story Orgy^™ Monday!

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And here we are again...another Monday and another round of prompt stories from the Story Orgy!

For people new to my story – this is the continuation to a story I wrote many years ago with the Story Orgy called Farewell. It does reference a quickie I wrote with Dwight and Pip for Easter also...that quickie unfortunately is not available right now...I am in the process of cleaning it up and getting it posted for those who haven't read it or would like to reread it... :)

This week's prompt:  When the dust settled...

And now for your reading pleasure…

 

Farewells & Greetings

pt. 3

copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows

"Um...second date?" Dwight croaked out, not being able to get his mind past the getting naked part. Did he want to see Pip naked? Oh hell yeah! Did he want to get naked for Pip? Eh. He didn't have a rock hard body; he was sort of soft around the midsection, but he wasn't ashamed of his build.

His freckles on the other hand...only one man ever liked his freckles—Riley. His lost love found the freckles invigorating, loved to follow them with his finger, tongue, nose, and other protruding parts of his body.

Where previous boyfriends used to say "funny" (hurtful) things about his pale complexion and freckles—the curse of being a red-head—Riley used to get lost in them and made Dwight feel attractive.

Because everyone wants to feel attractive once in a while.

Would Pip see his pasty skin with the dots of orange and tan all over it and think him handsome or sickly looking?

More importantly at the moment, Dwight wasn't ready to take that step with Pip. He hadn't known him all that long. Had only seen him on two different occasions, they spent only about half a dozen hours together. That figured out to only three hundred and sixty minutes.

Dwight in no way was a prude, but—

"Dwighty, honey, you're thinking too hard again. The neighbors are gonna think you've taken on backyard construction with all the smoke and dust your brain is throwing out."

Huh?

Dwight looked at Pip and realized there was no nastiness in his words; the man genuinely smiled at him.

Pip's smile was a thing of beauty, something to behold. His tasty lips parted to show just the right amount of white—not perfectly straight—teeth and his lip studs seemed to always catch the light and glint at you with the smile. Even when inside those studs still managed to be a part of the feel good gesture the smile created. But the most captivating part of Pip's smile was his eyes. There had yet to be a smile the man bestowed on Dwight that didn't reach his eyes.

The laws of balance would guarantee that Pip couldn't always be happy and, well, smiley—but Dwight had never seen him otherwise and didn't ever want to either.

A hand clamped down on his wrist and hauled him out of his chair.

"Ahhh..." Dwight wobbled a bit on his feet, not expecting to be in the vertical position so quickly.

A sultry chuckle invaded Dwight's senses as Pip's voice surrounded him and did indecent things to his insides, definitely including, but not limited, to below his belt.

"Sorry, baby, I tried to wait for when the dust settled around your thoughts, but it looked like I was losing you again, so I took preemptive maneuvers."

Dwight's eyes widened when he realized Pip's intentions, watching those moist lips inch closer to him as Pip leaned forward.

When Pip rubbed their mouths together, such an innocent type of kiss, Dwight yearned for more—completely forgetting that he supposedly wasn't ready for this. But no more was forth coming.

Pip leaned back and said softly, "Do you plan to wear your pajama pants and t-shirt out, or should I allow you to change clothes?"

To be cont'd...

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Don't forget to check out the great stories on my fellow orgiast's blogs! :)

Lee Brazil's story: click here
Hank Edwards' story: click here