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mellicose · 7 years

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You can have the velvet suit. As for me, I'll take Campbell's tiedye shirt and red undies. Just imagine doing some mindless household chore in just those. His long, slim, fingers come from behind, slipping into the opening, and brushing along those curls. Mhmmm...

Campbell wraps his other arm across your chest, pulling you into him. Your head rests on his shoulder, and you smell his skin. His warm, wet mouth suckles on your exposed neck.

You breathily stutter, "W-what brought on this?"

Campbell grins between sheets of amber hair, "Da bestest of best news that's ever been the best," then growls, "And this lovely little hole." His fingers slide into your folds. The sweet feeling of his fingers brushing your tender nub make you weak. You whimper.

Your wrap your arm around Campbell's neck, then put your other hand over his. You encourage him to squeeze harder on your breast. He kisses your cheek. "Turn 'round. I wanna see your face."

You get an idea. You pull his hands away.

"Let me clean this mirror, & we'll both see everything."

Campbell looks at your gaping, damp underpants & the speckled mirror. He licks you from his long fingers.

"Make it fast; I don’t have much time."

Campbell hoists you up to reach the top of the mirror easier. Laughter bubbles out of your mouth as he blows raspberries on your thighs.

"That's not gonna help!"

"Yes it does!" he says.

"You said make it quick!"

With a growl, Campbell releases you. Finishing the mirror, you stare at his reflection, wearing only a wide grin from the waist up. You see only the tempting darkness of his treasure trail at the top of his jeans.

"No undies?"

"Took my last clean pants," he slurs back. He grips your waist. "Now, where were we?"

Both of you stare closely at each other's reflections.

"I think," you whisper, "You were here." You guide his long fingers under your shirt, to a soft breast. "And here." You move his other hand to the underwear’s opening and inside. He tickles your soft hair. You gasp, but the stage isn't set yet.

"Where was I?" Campbell licks his lips. "One hand was right there." You bring a free hand around to his treasure trail.

"Here?" You brush your fingertips on the hair. He stutters incoherent.

You stroke Campbell again. His belly muscles spasm & tighten at the teasing touch. Growling, Campbell presses into your firm bum. You feel your way round his pants, & manage to unbutton his jeans. With his tongue sticking out, Campbell wiggles his hips till they fall to his feet. You brace yourself on the wall. You want to put your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, but you can’t stop looking at your lustful faces & actions.

With every pinch of your nipple, stroke of your clit, & dry grind on your bum, the muscles in your groin grow tighter and hotter. It was a carnal orchestra you never knew Campbell could conduct. You love him for many reasons, but skilled coordination between the sheets wasn't one of them.

He slides his hand deeper between your legs, with his thumb still circling the clit and two fingers stroking your tight, wet pussy. "Oh, fff-! Campbell-!"

He nuzzles your ear, whispering, "Say it again."

You moan.

"Say it again! Say my name!"

Tears peak out of your eyes. "Campbell-!"

He fingers you harder; his moppy hair shaking with each thrust of his fingers.

You can't say it again; you're close to pouring into a fiery pool of ecstasy. Campbell feels you slowly tightening around his fingers & sees your heavy eyelids. Without breaking eye contact in the mirror, his tongue traces the shell of your ear, then bites down on the lobe.

That broke the fire pool's dam. The bathroom echoes with your moans, but you cannot hear them above your own pleasure.

Campbell releases your breast & wraps his arm around your torso, rocking along with your body's ecstasy. He turns you around & kisses your mouth. You giggle, seeing once again your lover's bright eyes & contagious smile.

You feel something warm against your leg. It's his penis, still hard. Eyeing it, you try to bend down, drooling.

"Whatcha doin'?" Campbell pulls you back up. "Shucking your dick. Whazit look like?"

He laughed. "You still loopy in the head. No man wants his dick shucked."

“SUCK! I mean suck your dick.” You blush. The orgasm really did blow your mind. Campbell grabs the counter, laughing till tears fall down his cheeks.

“Oh, keep up the jokes, bonnie! It only makes me harder.“

Your fingertips brush to and fro from his hipbone to his treasure trail. “There’s another way,” you say softly.“After pampering me so brilliantly, let me return the favor.“

He purrs, then jumps up. “But -ahh- okay! But I wanna show you the bestest news first."He picks you up bridal style. With jeans still tangled round his legs, Campbell shuffle hops to the living area, his not-yet-soft penis and balls swinging free. By the couch was a large cardboard box. Campbell sets you on the couch. After kicking his jeans off, his jumps next to you. He points to the box. "Open it."

You flip the sheets over & beheld the contents. It was full of vinyl records. "Wow, what a find. How-?"

"Estate sale. Whole box was £50. Keep lookin’."

Fingering through the dog eared album covers, you jest, "Okay, finding a box full of records made you horny?"

Campbell pulls his ear, "Well, aye…? Um, it’ll make sense once I explain it."

You try to talk without breaking into a gigglefit. "Oh, Cam. I knew the nookie would be weird with you, but this takes the cake! This is better than when you stopped fucking me cuz ya saw somethin shiny."

"That was once!” he squeaks.

“Once was enough!” You laugh till tears come.

Campbell is soft now. He looks comical, keeping the same level of enthusiasm with his pants off. “Ha ha. Laugh now, bonnie. Behold dis!” He pulls from the pile a dark sleeve wrapped in plastic.

You peer through the sheen. It was Davie Bowie’s Diamond Dogs. “I love me some Bowie, but don’t you already have this?"

Campbell throws a long arm round your shoulders, chuckling. "Ooh, ya this is a normal album, aye? The auctioneer thought so, too. But this is recalled version. Look! Davie has the removed dog dick! Bonnie, this sells for thousands!”

Your face went slack. “Thousands? Really?"

"Really really,” he said. “Somewhere between £3000- £8000. I gotta see how well it plays, but da sleeve is still good! So that’s good. We can pay bills. Get a new couch. Do da thing smart people do to make more money with money-invest-yeah! And I can buy more pants, cuz someone steals mine,” he gestures at the stretched, pussy-wet pants, “And ruins them.”

You removed the ‘ruined’ underpants. They were still glistening on the inside.

Using them, you wipe the excess moisture from your folds. It then joins the jeans. Campbell’s belly tightens watching you groom shamelessly & smelling your salty essence.

Seeing him stunned, you take the album from him & put it back in the box. "Let’s not ruin your investment, Cam. And speaking of dog junk…” You point at his penis.

He frowns,“Ha ha ho ho and hee hee. Boo."

"Bad joke, sorry. But speaking of dick, I think I owe you a ‘suck’."

He leans back on the couch, grinning. "You owe me nothin’. You already cleaned the toothpaste off the mirror. But if you insist…” he raises his hips & wiggles his swelling cock, “Shuck away, bonnie!”

The tie dye shirt stays on; it frames the soft hair between your thighs & he cannot get enough of seeing it. You straddle him and slip two fingers into your folds, pulling out hidden, salty moisture. You lick them, slowly, then trace them down his treasure trail.

He shudders, “Tease."

You apologize, then guide him to your opening. He hardens completely against you & you soak him quickly.

You knew since the first date that sex with Campbell Bain would be unique. You didn’t sleep with him on the first date; it was intuition. He was animated, enthusiastic, short minded, looney. He sang, he spoke well of others, & is ambitious to a fault. Later that cold night, he gave up his ‘nice’ sweater to homeless man. The first time in bed was disastrous. You learned to fake an orgasm. The cries & spasms were faked, the smiles & kisses were not. He tried to make you happy.

It was easy to make him happy.

Thankfully, like all good lovers, you & Campbell learned to understand each other’s bodies, & and the orgasms became less and less fake. But the kindness & love never falters.

Cam’s cock arches up hard & glistens with your wetness. You bend over & roughly kiss your way down. His slim body soon has a trail of saliva & teeth marks. You broadly lick the skin between navel & cock. He throws his head back, swearing underneath his breath. You lick again. He then grips you hair, stuttering incoherently. You grin.

With that same grin & mischievous eyes, you lick lower & slide your tongue on the underside of his cock. It twitches with sensation.

"Oh, c'mon. Suck it!"

You grab his slim hips; You open your mouth to his pink head & suck. There’s a chorus of sighs. It tastes like you, salty and tangy. You hum as you mouth takes in more of Cam’s velvety flesh, sucking hungrily back up to the head. Campbell has two hands in your hair now, trying not to buck. His groin muscles tighten.

You love the look of his face. Flushed cheeks, heavy-lidded eyes, & parted lips, panting.

Those lips then speak gruffly. Cam’s dick pops out of your mouth.

You look at him, wide-eyed."What’s wrong?"

He shakes his moppy head. "I wanna come in yah,” he says hoarsely.

You nod, & that’s all he needs. Long arms pull you back up to his level. One hand snakes up your back and pulls the colorful shirt off. Your nipples are peaked with want.

Campbell’s other hand guides his dick into your entrance. It’s still wet, still throbbing. Laying your hands on his lightly haired chest, you sink onto him. Both look deeply in each other’s eyes. You began to raise your body up & down, clenching snugly around his hardness with each thrust. Campbell’s cock is so hard, only a few strokes are needed - he whimpers & sighs, spasming underneath you.

You think you’ll lay your head down, lazily kiss away his sweat and feel the cock still buried in you. But instead Campbell pulls out, stands up, guides you on your back, and moves his head between your legs. It all happens in a blur; a side lamp even falls over with a clang. He licks your pink folds clean. The moisture tastes like both of you. Your hands presses against his head encouraging him to suck your clit to unearth a shuddering orgasm.

Lazy Campbell crawls back up, kissing each breast along the way. “Hi.” His grin shines with your combined wetness.

“Howdy yourself.” You lick his face, tasting the saltiness.

Following a yawn, Campbell rests his head between your breasts.

His eyes close. “Gotta sleep, gotta work later."

You respond with a loopy grin & chuckle, "Move, ya can’t sleep on me."

Too exhausted to care, he responds, "You mooovve…"

You wiggle out of his cocooning arms, & toss him a blanket.

He wraps the afghan blanket around his pale body & curls up, facing the couch. Before he settles, Campbell watches you gather up the discarded clothing & walk out of the room. You hear him mumble something about a bigger couch, followed by snoring. You chuck the dirty clothes in the laundry basket & get into a hot shower. As you wash the sweat off your body, you think back to that Bowie album.

How odd - and so Campbell - that it would make him horny. At least it was that, & not skipping meds.

White suds lace through your hair, slip down your & swirl into the drain. As far as fetishes roll, the swelling pride of being a provider is an unsung one. But for Campbell - who said once upon a time his future was almost robbed from him - to have simple things like new couches & stocks were a far away wish of his younger self. For them to finally be a reality is a victory & joy. And Campbell cannot keep things to himself, be they emotions or bad sweaters. He must share!

Oh, & definitely wearing his red underwear stoked the carnal fire as well. (His last clean pair! Campbell will be DJ'ing commando tonight.) The now clean mirror reflects a foggy image of you. You rub your thumb over the red teeth marks on your earlobe. Holy heck, that was one burning orgasm. Then, on the ratty couch, a second one for road!

A coil of pleasure tightens in your lower belly. With a smirk, you wonder when the next estate sale is.

The End

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