Chapter 18
Kim walked through the small living room and into the bedroom.
There, he kicked off his shoes and settled in the center of the bed, leaning back against the padded headboard.
The truth be told, inside, his heart was hammering against his ribs.
Would Dídac follow him? It had been an impulsive gamble to set in motion this erotic game of power exchange.
But something had told him that this, if not what Dídac was consciously seeking, was a game that definitely answered some deep need of his.
Kim longed to hold Dídac in his arms, but he wanted Dídac to come to him, to give himself fully and emotionally.
Nothing else would do. He didn’t want this to be a one-night fling—he had thoroughly finished years ago with that world of sex that meant nothing more than a close-contact physical workout with a stranger’s genitalia.
Now the only thing that would do was a real connection with someone who would stay in his life afterward—a connection that would mean something. Was Dídac that person?
As if in answer, Dídac appeared standing in the doorway.
Seeing him shirtless, Kim could appreciate how beautiful the young actor was.
Though low of stature, Dídac was muscular and had clearly spent many hours at the gym, honing his body.
The stronger light from the hotel suite’s small living room cast a golden sheen on his profile, outlining the rounded muscles and the graceful curve of his neck.
His pectoral muscles were full, and lightly dusted by curling chest hair that below them, thickened into a lush carpet that contoured his ripped stomach in a trail leading down under his belt line.
“Take off your shoes and jeans,” Kim commanded, “and kneel.”
Dídac’s eyes flashed, and for a moment he looked like he was about to give some smart answer in the negative, but he stopped himself.
Instead, taking a long swig of his cava, he placed the glass on the commode.
Looking down, he eased off his loafers one by one by the heels, kicking them to the side.
Then he took a couple of steps backward into the center of the free space.
Lifting his gaze toward Kim, he placed his hand on his belt buckle, that same ostentatious sun design he’d been wearing the night they met.
Slowly he undid the buckle, pulling the thick leather belt free and dropping it on the floor, before unzipping his jeans, teasing every action out dramatically.
Kim watched the show, saying nothing, just occasionally sipping his cava.
With his green eyes focused on Kim, Dídac pushed his jeans down his thighs, exposing a hugging pair of orange and black spandex briefs, through which the fat bulk of his straining erection was now fully on show.
With his natural dancer’s grace, balancing on one foot, Dídac drew first one leg from his jeans and then the other.
He lifted the jeans by a belt loop, offering them like the empty erotic object they were, before gently tossing them a pace or two behind him onto the floor.
Then he stood there for several long moments, letting Kim’s eyes appraise him, in full knowledge of what he was offering, presenting it neither arrogantly nor too humbly.
His thighs were strong and thickly covered with more lush hair.
Kim wondered what they would feel like under his hands as he raised Dídac’s legs onto his shoulders.
After a pause, in which Kim could see him fighting with himself, Dídac knelt down, placing his hands on his thighs, and waited, his gaze on Kim.
Kim took a last sip of his cava, placing it on the commode beside him, and stood up.
He took a couple of steps toward Dídac so he was standing mere inches from the kneeling actor.
Dídac raised his hands to Kim’s torso, tracing with his fingertips the muscular form, exploring his pecs and caressing the nipples.
Leaning in, he kissed Kim’s stomach. And taking hold of Kim’s hips, he began to lick the other man’s firm stomach.
Dropping lower, he leaned into the other’s bulge, sniffing and rubbing his face against the rough denim.
“Undo me,” Kim commanded.
Dídac’s fingers went to Kim’s belt, struggling to release the unfamiliar buckle.
Finally he achieved it, and one by one, worked his fingers down the buttons, undoing each one.
Once Kim’s flies were open, he pulled his jeans down over his thighs.
Kim was wearing sheer, pale blue briefs that encased and molded his manhood and balls into an inviting bulge, their shapes dimly and tantalizingly visible beneath the gossamer fabric.
Leaning in to kiss it, Dídac smelt his strong sweat.
He took his time, savoring the bulge before him, unable to believe he was here with Kim Delatour, on his knees, doing this with his idol.
He wanted to worship the man, the body, the cock before him, show him more pleasure than he had ever shown anyone before.
“Take them down,” Kim whispered hoarsely, swallowing.
Dídac raised his hands, running his fingertips over the diaphanous material, feeling Kim’s cock and balls warm under his touch, before slipping his fingers beneath the elastic waistband at his hips and pulling the briefs down his thighs.
Kim’s cock sprang out straight. Broad and flat, it was thicker at its base, tapering up to its snug, circumcised head.
A bead of precum winked on the tiny slit before his eyes.
Dídac stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly, savoring its sweet and salty taste.
Opening his mouth, he took the head inside and began to lick the tip.
Kim shuddered and sighed as he felt Dídac’s tongue worshiping his manhood.
The younger man kept his strokes light, nimbly fluttering his tongue around the head and flicking the underside of Kim’s glans deftly.
Kim placed his hands on the crown of Dídac’s head, sinking his fingers into the thick curls, and began applying gentle pressure.
In answer, Dídac let Kim’s cock slide deeper into his throat, all the time keeping the pressure of his lips tight around Kim’s cock, and working his tongue around the shaft and up and down the glans.
Kim’s head found the back of Dídac’s throat, making him gag slightly, and immediately drew slowly back out.
Dídac, sucking hard with his lips, made sure to keep his teeth well out of contact.
He couldn’t believe it—was he really sucking the great theater director Kim Delatour’s dick?
He thought back to the first time he had seen Kim up on stage, when his mother had brought him to see the production Boomerang.
It was amazing to think that Kim had been almost exactly the same age that he, Dídac was now.
Kim had absolutely dominated the stage, like some huge glistening eagle, spreading its wings and extending its gilded feathers toward the farthest reaches of the theater, touching every single person in the audience with his masterful presence.
It had helped that the muscular, blond twenty-five-year-old had been dressed for most of the production in a body-hugging golden body suit, leaving little to the imagination, including the awesome paquet he was now holding in his mouth.
The young Dídac had returned home and spent the entire night fantasizing—and yes, masturbating—to the stunning impression the great Kim Delatour had made on his young mind—and his young heart.
Kim was sighing now at the effect that he, Dídac, was having on him.
Opening his eyes, Kim looked down at Dídac. Pulling him to his feet, he kissed him on the lips.
“Thank you, that was amazing.”
“Thank you, it feels unreal to be here with you.”
“I know, right? I feel that we should have got to this point from the first day we met.”
Dídac made a face.
“I still feel terrible about that.”
“Forget it already. We’ve talked about that. It’s over. I’m just glad to be here with you now.”
“Me too.”
“Lie down on the bed,” Kim instructed.
Dídac complied. Kim leaned over him, kissing him on the lips, then on the cheek, behind his ear, sending his tongue like a quick, hot messenger down the pure curve of Dídac’s neck before nestling in the hollow of his collarbone.
Kim took hold of both of Dídac’s hands, pinning him to the bed, and continued to explore with his tongue down Dídac’s body.
Breathing across the muscular globes of his pecs with their short, dark hairs, he found again those two dark aureoles of Dídac’s nipples, and once again set about worrying them with his tongue.
Dídac moaned in response, squirming in Kim’s grasp, trying to escape from the delicious torture.
But Kim was unmoved, continuing relentlessly at his purpose, aiming to reduce Dídac, through the sensual torment, to nothing more than a writhing jelly of sensation in his power.
He adjusted his firm grip on Dídac’s wrists, pulling them down beside his waist, from where simply by the weight of his body, Kim could hold Dídac immobile.
And exploring deeper down, using his moist tongue to wet the erotic forest of Dídac’s love trail, Kim attacked that thick curling carpet of dark hair, following it down his body, until he was lapping at the elastic waistband of Dídac’s underwear.
He dropped his head even further, sniffing the intense smells emanating from Dídac’s groin: sweat, but also an animal hint of pheromones, that suggested wolf or some other apex predator.
Pressing his nose to the warm bulk of Dídac’s bulge, Kim inhaled deeply, relishing the wild scent of him that that hot month of July only emphasized.
He stuck out his tongue and touched Dídac’s spongy firmness.
Using the stiff blade of his tongue, he delicately explored the outline of Dídac’s sex and balls through the stretchy material.
Dídac continued to moan in ecstasy, writhing and bucking his hips up toward Kim’s face.
Letting go Dídac’s wrists for a moment, Kim grabbed the waistband of Dídac’s briefs and pulled them down his thighs in one fast movement, so that Dídac’s cock sprang free from its prison.
Immediately Kim went back and grabbed Dídac’s wrists again, pressing down with his weight to immobilize the boy’s wrists afresh.
He admired Dídac’s fat, wedge-shaped dick and compact, uncircumcised head, standing up vertically over an inviting pair of heavy brown testicles, furred in dark curling pubic hair.
Blowing gently on them he smiled to hear Dídac moan in anguish.
Then he applied his lips and tongue. Dídac sighed.
Gently he traced the length of Dídac’s cock with the tip of his tongue, up to the pointed head and down the shaft again toward his balls.
Noticing how Dídac’s testes roiled and moved within their sac like slow boiling oil under his tongue, he stayed there for a while, exploring the rolling contours, working to heat him even further.
From there he trailed his tongue up Dídac’s sex again, but this time his lips enclosed the head.
He licked his lips to moisten them, circling his tongue around the crown.
Then in a slow-motion plunge, he took Dídac fully into his mouth.
He was rewarded with another passionate sigh, and Dídac bucked his hips, pushing up into Kim’s throat, even as his wrists strained against Kim’s firm grip, striving to be free.
Kim drew back slowly up Dídac’s length, suctioning his lips tight around his meat.
Again he went down, establishing a slow rhythm.