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The night is finally here. He’s been waiting for this night for so long, his first Solo concert! All sold out!
He is ecstatic, but nerves tend to come when you least need them. Omar is nervous as fuck, understandably so, everyone between the ages of 10 to 60 from all over the globe is in the audience and he’ll be damned if he lets them down. That is simply not an option.
But here he is, in his waiting room backstage, trying to calm himself with breathing exercises. A special individual had suggested a celery juice enema as a calming mechanism, but he is slightly skeptical of the effectiveness of that particular approach. Though, Something else up his ass might be helpful.
Just as he is thinking that, there is a knock on the door. He rushes to open and standing there is his short haired, bleached blond, knight in shining armour. Omar makes a mental note to check the NASA website for any passing asteroids, cause the wish of something up his ass must have been made upon a falling star if it came true so quickly.
“Big day, huh?” Says Edvin, standing right outside, holding a plastic bag.
Omar doesn’t waste any time pulling him in. “Yep, and I need to relax. Desperately.”
Edvin raises an eyebrow, puts the bag down, and pushes Omar towards the couch, “well, I can think of a few ways to help you relax.” He smirks. “You know I’ve been doing yoga, right?”
Omar rolls his eyes, “Come on, I am not doing yoga right now. And I’m not sticking celery juice up my ass.”
Edvin lets out a small huff before he can stop himself. “Yeah, babe, I don’t think celery juice up your ass is what you need. But trust me, yoga has taught me things.”
“No, not yoga.” Omar crosses his arms and shakes his head.
“Oh, yes, yoga, but only one special position. You see, they have this special pose in yoga called the happy baby pose [Look it up, folks]. But, honestly, baby making pose is a more appropriate name.”
“How hetero-normative.” Omar rolls his eyes.
Edvin shrugs, “Well, baby making is boring, let’s call it the “come right in” pose”.
Omar raises an eyebrow, “Ok, that I can get into.” He says.
“Oh, I was thinking, you might prefer it if it were me getting into it” Edvin grins and pulls Omar close to him by his belt and starts undoing it. He hooks his thumbs into Omar’s underwear and pulls his pants and underwear down in one felt swoop, he kneels down to pull them completely off, his face right in front of Omar’s hardening cock. He looks up into his eyes and licks a strip along Omar’s cock, which responds from being at half mast to full attention in less than a second.
“Glad I still have this effect on you.” Edvin says.
“Oh, you fucker. You know you do.” Omar puts his hand behind Edvin’s head and gently pushes him into his crotch. Edvin nibbles on Omar’s shaft.
“Come on, please just suck me off.”
“In good time, but right now, that’s not what I want to taste” Edvin grins, looking up at a flushed Omar. “On your back, come on. Yoga, remember?”
“Fuck’s sake.” Omar says but listens and gets on his back. “You don’t expect me to settle for missionary right now.”
Edvin pulls back and leans over Omar’s face, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Do you trust me?”
Omar moves his head and returns the kiss. “With my life.”
“Then trust me with this, you won’t regret it.” He grabs onto Omar’s ankles and pushes his legs over his head. Omar may not do yoga, but he is quite flexible. This level of beauty does not come with rigidity. “Ok. Now grab onto the bottom of your feet and keep them that way.” Edvin says, moving down.
Omar is already open, the position pulling his cheeks apart. Perfect. Edvin places his hands on his buttocks and pulls him open even further and without hesitation licks over his hole, making Omar moan loudly.
“We’re just starting, baby.” Edvin says, “You might wanna hold those moans in for a little. Edvin says before sticking his tongue into Omar. He moves his tongue around, pushing it as deep as he can and flicking it around inside his tight hole.
“Oh, fuck, Edvin, I’m gonna come just from this.”
Edvin doesn't say anything, mainly because his mouth is currently preoccupied, and he refuses to let go of his favorite delicacy just yet. Instead he reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a bottle of lube and holds it out for Omar to see.
“Fuck, yes, please.” Omar moans. He’s almost screaming, definitely can be heard outside, but hey, everyone has their own way of relaxing.
Edvin lathers his fingers with lube, and without removing his tongue pushes his index finger into Omar’s entrance who squeezes tight and pushes himself up towards Edvin. “More, come on.”
Edvin complies, he always does. He loves nothing more than pleasuring his man. He puts in a second fingers and pushes against the walls opening him wide.
Omar lets go of his feet, but keeps his legs up, the boy is definitely stronger than he looks. He pushes on Edvin’s shoulder who pulls out and looks up. “You ok?”
“Oh, fuck yes, but I’m gonna start a revolution if you don’t stick your cock in me, RIGHT NOW”
Edvin stands up. “Yes, Sir!” He salutes. He walks away towards the bag he’d brought in with him and pulls something out, hiding it behind his back.”
“What’s that?” Omar asks.
“A good luck charm.” Edvin winks, still keeping his hand behind his back. “Get back into position.”
Omar lies back and pulls his legs over his head, looking up just a little to see Edvin undo his pants and strip himself naked, waist down. He is hard as a rock, standing at full attention. He grabs the bottle of lube and covers himself with a generous amount before lying down on top of Omar, he puts the tip of his cock next to Omar’s entrance. “Ready?” He asks.
“Oh, for the love of whatever pervert in the sky is watching, YES.”
Edvin grins and pushes himself all the way in. “OH, fuck, yes.” Omar lets go of his feet and wraps them around Edvin’s waist. “Fuck me.”
Edvin leans in and kisses him. “As always, your wish is my command.” Edvin says as he pulls out all the way to the tip and pushes back in all the way. Omar’s mouth falls open as he tightens his legs around Edvin even more, Edvin covers Omar’s open mouth with his own, their lips touching and breathing each other’s air as Edvin continues to pound him hard.
Omar puts his hands between them so he can pull his and Edvin’s shirts up so his cock is in direct contact with their skins and pushes himself up so he can press his cock against Edvin’s smooth stomach and begins rubbing himself on the lean muscles at the same rhythm as he’s getting fucked. He puts an arm over Edvin’s toned back and digs his fingers into the short bleached blond hair. Fuck, he loves that hair.
The friction between them is perfect and is pushing Omar right to the edge, “fuck, I’m gonna come”, Omar almost screams.
“Me too.” Edvin says as Omar shoots his load on their stomachs while squeezing Edvin’s cock inside his hole, “Oh, baby, I’m gonna fill you up good.” Edvin says before shooting his load deep into Omar. He keeps his cock inside as they kiss one more time. Edvin grabs the soles of Omar’s feet and pushes his legs up over his head, his ass facing the sky. He places the tip of his thumb on Omar’s hole before leaning down to the floor.
“What are you doing?” Omar asks, but doesn’t move.
“Your good luck charm. Edvin takes the object he had brought with him, and snaps the bottle of lube open and pours some onto object, covering it well. Quite an impressive feat, given that he was using only one hand while the other was busy covering Omar’s hole. “Are you ready for this?” Edvin holds up a generously sized butt plug.
Omar forgets to breathe for a second. “Holy fuck.” He digs his fingers into Edvin’s shoulders. “Yes, yes.”
Edvin grins and pushes the plug in. The plug is big, but no match for Edvin’s cock, so it slides in easily and at the same time plugs Omar nice and tight.
“I want you to have my cum inside you during your concert, to know I’m there with you, every step.”
“Oh fuck, yes, I might come right on stage.” He looks down at his stomach, “Need to clean up now though, they’re gonna call me any minute.”
“Allow me,” Edvin says and begins to lick every drop of Omar’s cum from his stomach. “Voilá.” He says.
Omar chuckles. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy for you.” Edvin says as there’s knock on the door, letting Omar know it’s almost time to go on stage.
“You’ll be watching?” Omar asks.
“I’ll be right there on the side, will be there every second.”
“You standing on the side, and your cum inside me. I have a very good feeling about this. Literally and figuratively.”
“I can already see that.” Edvin points to Omar’s dick, starting to harden with the plug probably pushing against his prostate.
“I’ll be open and wet for round two as soon as the show is over.”
“And I’ll be hard as fuck, waiting for you.” Edvin says as he grabs Omar’s hand, and they walk over to the stage for his big night.