A Change Of Scenery – Part 8


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Pahana pushed gently against Symon getting him to step backwards again and again until Symon stepped back against his couch and fell on it. Pahana mis-stepped and landed on top of Symon and kissed him again. He got a whiff of Symon’s musk and felt a rush through his entire body. He couldn’t understand it. He’d seen guys like Symon before. Tattoos, piercings, crazy hair and the like, but it just seemed like they were desperate for attention. It was something that they did to make themselves stand out and, more importantly, stand outside of normal society. He looked at Symon again and it just seemed natural on him. Why am I feeling like this towards him?

He looked down into Symon’s blue eyes and kissed him gently on the nose. He rolled off of him and slowly pulled the plaid button down shirt off of him. The dirty undershirt underneath didn’t look like it’d been washed in weeks and smelled like it as well. Pahana opened up the overshirt and ran his fingers over the undershirt causing Symon to squirm.

“I’m ticklish!” Symon giggled and squirmed trying to get away.

“I’m sorry.” Pahana said as he stopped.

Symon reached over and took his hand and put it back on his stomach. “It’s okay Pahana. I was enjoying you touching me.”

Pahana smiled and let his hand drift down towards Symon’s studded leather belt. He fumbled briefly with the clasp, but made quick work of getting it open and getting his pants unbuttoned. Pahana got up and knelt between Symon’s legs, tugging on his jeans to get them to come off. As Symon’s jeans came off, Pahana was surprised to realize that he wasn’t wearing underwear. Pahana pulled off Symon’s pants and socks, leaving him laying on the couch in nothing more than his dirty undershirt. He stood up and pulled him up with him. He reached over and pulled off Symon’s undershirt.

Symon reached over and pulled Pahana’s t-shirt out of his pants. As he took it off and looked up at the tall lean Native standing in front of him, he realized that he wanted to be with Pahana. He slowly caressed Pahana’s body, he was uncertain if he should go farther but standing there naked with a hard on sticking out in front of him, it was obvious what he wanted. Symon made quick work of getting the rest of Pahana’s clothes off.

Symon pulled on him, pulling him towards him and back towards the bedroom. Pahana gave in to Symon’s leading and fell onto the bed with Symon. They quickly adjusted so that they were both laying on the bed, next to each other. Symon rolled over and looked at Pahana laying beside him.

Pahana had a strong face. Large dark brown eyes expressed Pahana’s inner thoughts, making it nearly impossible for him to keep a secret or to lie. Working on the streets and as a dancer had given him a body that would keep most others in the gym five days a week to maintain. Symon looked at him and found his artist’s eyes admiring the symmetry and beauty of his body.

Pahana turned his head and saw Symon studying him, “What are you thinking about Symon?”

Symon chuckled, “How beautiful you are.”

“Nah, me? I’m just a regular dude. I ain’t nothing special.” Pahana said quietly.

Symon leaned over and kissed him, slowly slipping Pahana his tongue. This time, Pahana was ready for it and reached over pulling Symon to him as they locked in a passionate embrace.

Symon was busy exploring every fold and muscle outline on Pahana’s body, tracing them with his fingers as if he were trying to memorize every detail of his body. Symon knew what he wanted as he’d been out with guys, knew about dating, but this was a new experience. He finally realized what he’d been missing and what he wanted. Love.

Pahana was lost in his own thoughts as well. He was thinking about the girls he’d fantasized about in high school. How he’d never asked any of them out and how he’d never really had thought of them in a sexual way. From the moment he saw Symon, Pahana couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, finding himself daydreaming about him, even having dreams about him. He knew what he wanted but didn’t know how to get it. Pahana laid there tracing out the scars on Symon’s body, wondering how he had gotten them and wondering if the feelings he had for Symon was just hormones.

As they explored each other, their arousal and hormones overtook them and before long, they were awkwardly united as one. Symon moaned and pushed back against Pahana and their hormones took over. Pahana made love to Symon, taking it slowly to make sure he didn’t hurt him.

After a while, Symon broke the trance they were both in, whimpering “Pahana, you gonna…you know?  It’s startin’ to hurt.”

“Oh Symon, I’m sorry. Do you want…” Pahana started to ask but was cut off by Symon saying “Yeah, Pahana, I want you to do it inside me. I want to feel it.”

Pahana sped up and grabbed Symon’s shoulders, he kept his thick shaft buried in deep, feeling the resistance of Symon’s prostate, he kept thrusting faster and faster. Before long, he felt Symon tighten up, then a moan and Symon suddenly pushed up against Pahana’s sweaty body, Symon cried out “Oh Pahana!” and his cock was suddenly being milked by the orgasm that ravaged Symon’s body. Pahana felt himself going over the edge of orgasm. Symon, spent by his orgasm and Pahana’s hard finish, just laid there. Pahana slowly stopped thrusting and laid down on top of Symon.

Pahana slid off of Symon and laid down beside him. He leaned up and kissed him gently as he wrapped his arms around him.

Symon, not expecting the intimacy, started crying.

“Symon, what’s wrong? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, Pahana, it’s just…I didn’t expect this. I figured you’d just fuck me and leave. I didn’t expect you to lay down and kiss me.”

“Symon, why would…I mean….I couldn’t. I…just couldn’t.”

“It’s a good thing Pahana. Trust me, it’s a good thing. I’ve never felt like I do for you for anyone else.  It’s all so confusing. I want to be your boyfriend.”

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