{"id":285,"date":"2020-06-15T03:11:09","date_gmt":"2020-06-15T03:11:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/solstice.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2020\/calendar\/?p=285"},"modified":"2020-11-02T20:44:46","modified_gmt":"2020-11-02T20:44:46","slug":"june-15th-fair-game-part-3-alls-fair-in-love-and-bondage-by-dandelion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/solstice.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2020\/calendar\/?p=285","title":{"rendered":"June 15th- Fair Game: Part 3 All’s Fair in Love and Bondage by Dandelion"},"content":{"rendered":"

Click here to read Part 1<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nClick here to read Part\u00a02<\/strong><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

This stand-alone slash story contains a reference to events from the author’s novel, Unbreakable<\/em><\/a>.<\/strong><\/span> The reference is marked *<\/strong><\/span> for clarity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou had this planned all along.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNah,\u201d Hutch said, not convincingly. \u201cI\u2019m a police officer. I carry handcuffs on me at all times, same as you.\u201d Neither of them did, not all<\/em> the time, but the point was playful, and Starsky didn\u2019t argue with it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you\u2019re gonna take me right here and now, hm, cowboy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

That was Hutch\u2019s plan. Their days-ago conversation about bondage had encouraged him to closely consider Starsky\u2019s argument, which was that Starsky would only get pleasure out of being restrained during sex\u2014and that Hutch would only feel good about Starsky\u2019s enjoyment.<\/span><\/p>\n

Once the moment was upon him, Hutch pressed his entire length to Starsky and carefully shoved him against the wall. \u201cYeah,\u201d he said quietly into Starsky\u2019s ear and to answer his man\u2019s question, \u201cit looks like I get to take you right here and now.\u201d Only then did Hutch realize he was excited by the idea of owning Starsky\u2014and it startled him enough that he instinctively knew what to do next. \u201cBut, first, I\u2019m gonna need a safe word.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSpaghetti,\u201d Starsky said with a pant of excitement.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSpaghetti it is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I want it for dinner tonight, too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIdiot,\u201d Hutch mumbled under his breath\u2014his verbal version of rolling his eyes\u2014as he buried his face in Starsky\u2019s neck, deeply inhaled his scent, and belied his annoyance by asking, \u201cWhy do you smell extra good this morning?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCologne?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, but why?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I thought I could talk you into playing with me in the tent.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut you figured wrong, huh?\u201d Hutch joked. He drew attention to where they were at that moment by thrusting his hips into Starsky\u2019s denim-clad buttocks, and causing his lover to laugh, too. \u201cThe best laid plans of mice and men…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that about mice?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFocus more on the \u2018laid\u2019 part of that comment,\u201d Hutch advised him. He nibbled Starsky\u2019s ear, savoring the sensual aroma of Starsky\u2019s warmth and cologne, and feeling his own arousal heat him from the inside. \u201cI\u2019m just sorry I had to interrupt your plans.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, me neither,\u201d Hutch said, as if on second thought. He stepped back to give himself the reprieve he needed to not be in a hurry\u2014and to examine the look of Starsky handcuffed to the wall. The first thing Hutch noticed was Starsky\u2019s profile\u2014and that his eyes were closed, as if Starsky was already transfixed in dreamy contentment. \u201cYou like that, do ya?\u201d Hutch softly asked. \u201cI mean, you like being controlled this way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBy you. But don\u2019t you like it when you<\/em> are? Why would I be different?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The questions by themselves answered it for Hutch. \u201cAre you comfortable?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky appeared comfortable, Hutch thought, despite that he was cuffed to a ring slightly above his head. Starsky was able to lean into the wall, relax against it, wait for further instructions\u2014or Hutch\u2019s next move.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis can only end well for me,\u201d Starsky explained, \u201cso how can I be uncomfortable?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know. A hard-on up against drywall doesn\u2019t sound all that appetizing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho says I have a hard-on?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t? Not even a little one?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess you\u2019ll have to find out on your own\u2014because I\u2019m not gonna help you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Never mind that he couldn\u2019t<\/em> help Hutch. But Hutch wasn\u2019t falling for it, either; he knew when he was being baited. \u201cSo, let\u2019s get going,\u201d he said, as if Starsky had been the stall. \u201cStep away from the wall and take off your shoes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFunny man, you are, Officer,\u201d Starsky replied dryly\u2014but not until after he\u2019d tried to get loose from the handcuffs and then obviously realized that instinctively following orders was just a prank. For payback, he did pretend to fight with the towel ring, as if miraculously pulling it out of the wall would be his key to salvation.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t scratch the hardware,\u201d Hutch warned him. He pulled Starsky away from the wall, knelt at Starsky\u2019s feet, and untied his shoes when Starsky surrendered, hearing him say, \u201cLeave my socks on; the floor is gonna be cold.\u201d But Hutch ignored him and removed Starsky\u2019s shoes and<\/em> his socks.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo that\u2019s how it\u2019s gonna be,\u201d Starsky said, reluctantly. \u201cOkay. I get it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, you\u2019ll get it, all right,\u201d Hutch coyly promised him. He fetched the towel he\u2019d left on the bathroom counter, folded it in half again, and dropped it on the floor in front of Starsky. \u201cStand on that.\u201d He didn\u2019t want Starsky to be cold, but he also needed him to be stark naked, too. Once Hutch had him where he wanted him\u2014away from the wall, but still locked to it\u2014he reached around Starsky to unbutton his shirt. \u201cIf this goes according to plan,\u201d Hutch said, \u201cI won\u2019t be the only fly in a spider\u2019s web from here on out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCreepy crawlies and little furry rodents. You\u2019re not gonna faze me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t trying to,\u201d Hutch said, laughing, \u201cnot that way, anyway.\u201d He lifted Starsky\u2019s shirt over his head, but failed to remove it when it was inevitably stopped by the handcuffs\u2014and that\u2019s when Hutch felt the blood drain to his feet. How could he not have seen that coming? There was no way he could get around completely stripping Starsky without uncuffing him\u2014which would only serve to derail the experience for them. More than that, leaving Starsky\u2019s shirt on was also hauntingly reminiscent of the gang-rape*\u2014wherein the attackers couldn\u2019t take it off of Starsky for the same reason, so they ripped it open instead.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch slumped against him with nearly his entire weight, breathing hard, feeling disappointed and angry at himself. But before he could say a word or abandon the effort, Starsky intercepted him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, c\u2019mon, Hutch,\u201d he said, \u201cdon\u2019t give up, okay? We got this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch rested his forehead against the wall beside Starsky\u2019s face and closed his eyes. \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe only reason I thought of it was because you did,\u201d Starsky swore. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t have made any connections, not a single one, if you hadn\u2019t remembered it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch could never forget what he witnessed on that videotape.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLook. I can use it for a cushion,\u201d Starsky said. \u201cSee what I\u2019m doing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch turned his head and looked into Starsky\u2019s blue eyes\u2014noticing that Starsky had bunched his shirt between his cheek and the wall\u2014and instead of joining Hutch in his dismay, Starsky also beamed a sexy smile at him. \u201cYou did my face a favor,\u201d Starsky noted. \u201cNext, we figure out how my hard-on can take the drywall, okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch didn\u2019t know how he felt\u2014until Starsky wiggled his butt at him. The tease didn\u2019t titillate Hutch so much as it convinced him that Starsky was still in the game, that he was playful and willing, that he hadn\u2019t missed a beat\u2014except the one Hutch had caused him. So he stepped behind Starsky, pulled Starsky\u2019s hips further away from the wall to push him into slightly bending over, and then reached around him again, that time to unbutton and unzip his fly. \u201cBe careful what you wish for,\u201d Hutch said, summoning a wistful voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf you only knew what I wish for\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d be fucking you by now?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky laughed. \u201cIf you think you\u2019re man enough.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDaring me isn\u2019t going to get you what you want any sooner,\u201d Hutch reminded him. He slowly lowered Starsky\u2019s jeans to the floor, stealing a gentle love bite to Starsky\u2019s left buttock as he leaned over and helped Starsky step out of them\u2014and hearing Starsky\u2019s subsequent yelp. Hutch noticed again how good Starsky smelled. He really had hoped to play with Hutch in the tent that morning, having apparently dabbed cologne in more places than just behind his ears; he exuded an enticing and fresh scent over every inch of his skin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch straightened, removed the almond oil container from his sweatpants pocket, and popped open the cap. \u201cLook at you,\u201d he said, turning the bottle over and squeezing it, \u201cbeing so good to me and praying for a romp outside, and I\u2019m simply gonna \u2018fuck the cum out of you,\u2019 as you like to say, right here in the bathroom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky laughed again and was apparently about to say something when he moaned instead\u2014having felt the oil suddenly drizzle over his back, and then Hutch\u2019s warm fingers use it to soothingly moisturize him. \u201cThat feels good, Hutch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It did feel good. And it looked as appealing, too. Starsky\u2019s hairless and darker skin, sans that soft patch of black hair in the small concave above his butt, was strong and muscled, and now glistening with oil in the late morning daylight. After he closed the bottle and returned it to his pocket, Hutch coated Starsky with the lubricant, slowly and sensually, a deliberate action that evolved into an unplanned massage of Starsky\u2019s relaxed shoulders, strong biceps, and haired forearms.<\/span><\/p>\n

They listened to each other\u2019s deep and hesitant breathing as time slowed and their arousals matured. Hutch was especially turned on by the overall idea that Starsky was naked\u2014and probably erect, too\u2014and that he himself was dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a tee-shirt while his lover was completely exposed and relatively helpless, despite that it was pretend. All Starsky could do was wait for whatever Hutch would do; those things, and the feel of Starsky\u2019s warm and forgiving flesh at his fingers, eased Hutch\u2019s subconscious concerns. \u201cYes,\u201d Hutch agreed in a whisper, \u201cit does feel good.\u201d He bent over Starsky to kiss along his spine to his neck, enjoying the oral sensations of taste and touch at his lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll suck whatever you put in my mouth,\u201d Starsky promised him\u2014as if that might get him uncuffed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch leaned around Starsky to put him to the test\u2014one he passed\u2014when he immediately sucked Hutch\u2019s moist lips and warm tongue. The joining moved Hutch from behind Starsky to beside him and, while they kissed, to instinctively reach for Starsky\u2019s penis, finding and devouring it with short, gentle strokes in his oiled hand. Starsky\u2019s erection had apparently been waiting for him; it was already firm with desire, as evidenced by the soft and lengthy moans Starsky expressed during the sexy contact.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat feels good, too, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d Hutch asked when he ended the kiss\u2014knowing the answer. He squeezed more tightly to force a breathless, \u201cYes,\u201d out of Starsky, and then followed the tease with another rhetorical question: \u201cDo you think you might want me to suck it, too?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yeah,\u201d Starsky begged him. He lowered his head to watch Hutch pump his penis with a generously lubricious hand, and then lengthen the strokes. \u201cOh, Hutch, you make my dick feel so good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They did that for each other, made each other feel good like that\u2014and with an intensity they\u2019d never experienced with other lovers. Even then, and without direct touch, Hutch\u2019s penis felt pulses of pleasure wash over him purely from the visual of Starsky\u2019s helplessness in his hands, from the feel of Starsky\u2019s hardening shaft, from the sound of his accelerated breathing, and from that just-below-the-surface pulse beat of Starsky\u2019s pounding heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI could come now if you suck me,\u201d Starsky said, sounding matter-of-fact, despite the deeply unconvincing breaths he drew between words. \u201cThen I\u2019ll suck you. You like getting sucked, doncha, Hutch? You like that more than anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch completely let Starsky go to kneel on the floor between him and the wall; he set his butt against the hard surface behind him for support, and spent the next couple of minutes simply inhaling the musky male scent of Starsky\u2019s groin, his stiffened penis and his fleshy sac, that nearly black patch of kinky hair, but not touching him, not obliging\u2014not even answering him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, c\u2019mon,\u201d Starsky said, \u201cdon\u2019t do this to me. I thought you were gonna suck me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe,\u201d Hutch finally said, quietly, as if to no one who cared. He stalled for time by enjoying the familiar look of Starsky\u2019s erection, its blood-gorged veins and wider girth, visibly broader than his own, not as long, but sizable in its own right, more than enough to fill his hand and mouth at once. When Hutch focused his attention on the end of its darker pink cap, the slit pointed directly at him as if to accuse him of malfeasance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust a little lick then,\u201d Starsky pleadingly said. \u201cCould you do that much?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch lifted his head and looked right into Starsky\u2019s beautiful blue eyes. \u201cHi there,\u201d he said, as if noticing him for the first time. \u201cHow you doing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you listening to me at all?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The top of Starsky\u2019s head was against the wall, cushioned by his shirt, and he gazed down at Hutch as if he were the one in command\u2014except the delirium in his eyes proved otherwise.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s hard to think,\u201d Hutch said, returning his attention to Starsky\u2019s erection, fascinated again by its closeup dark and darkening skin. Even without physical contact, Starsky\u2019s arousal for him gave Hutch such immeasurable emotional and sexual pleasure that filled him with an even deeper desire for nothing and no one else.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not asking you to think,\u201d Starsky argued, rotating his hips to solicit tactile contact. \u201cI\u2019m asking you to hear me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid you say something?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSuck me\u2014you know, like you do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch got the bottle out of his pocket, squeezed a few drops of the emollient onto the tips of his fingers, closed it, pocketed it, and gently rubbed oil along his lips\u2014and taking his time for each action.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, that\u2019s nice,\u201d Starsky said, watching him, and sounding excited. \u201cMake yourself slippery for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

But Hutch was nowhere near the end of his tease. He cradled Starsky\u2019s penis at its base with one oiled hand, coated the flattened top of its crown with the other, and then gently pushed the stiffened organ to Starsky\u2019s haired belly, moving it from left to right so the slick and pleasing sensations would only deepen Starsky\u2019s need for that elusive orgasm.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky audibly panted, a rhythmic cadence of exhales interrupted only by an occasional cuss word. He obviously wanted more\u2014and more different. \u201cYou have… such a… mean streak,\u201d he was able to say, pressing his hips forward to get that erotically satisfying pleasure he really sought.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI thought the point of this,\u201d Hutch said musingly, fondling his own emerging erection through his sweatpants and to share what little he was offering his lover in the ensuing empathy, \u201cis that I get to play on my terms.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky\u2019s respiration was heavy, halting, and finally exhaling with dissatisfaction. \u201cYeah, okay,\u201d he reluctantly acquiesced\u2014and only because he had to\u2014\u201cbut… I mean…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I thought,\u201d Hutch said, mocking him. He let Starsky go and sat on the floor in front of him to keep Starsky at bay for as long as he could. \u201cYou smell good, though,\u201d Hutch added, still close enough to drink in the aroma of cologne, almond oil, and sex rolled into one titillating scent.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cC\u2019mon,\u201d Starsky debated him, \u201cwhy are you making me wait? I mean… the point is to… take me… like I am. You can do whatever you wanna do to me, so do it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am<\/em> doing what I want to do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut… I mean… I don\u2019t do this kind of thing to you. I do one thing, then another. I don\u2019t make you wait for stuff.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not sure you\u2019re right about that, buddy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky inched forward and touched Hutch\u2019s cheek with the tip of his penis, rotating his hips in a further failed effort to get Hutch to open his mouth. \u201cIt\u2019s not gonna suck itself,\u201d Starsky said, laughing, but sadly. \u201cAnd you know you love to suck my dick.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, so you\u2019re right about that,<\/em> Starsk. It is<\/em> a beautiful dick\u2014and I do love sucking it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, then, do it, willya? And then I\u2019ll do you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

With just his thumb and forefinger, Hutch pushed Starsky\u2019s penis against his belly again, gently sliding it in the oiled contact from left to right. He settled against the wall as if he planned to be there a while, giving only that, simply to taunt Starsky, and pleasuring himself to keep his own erection satisfied. But he didn\u2019t dare reach inside his sweats; an oiled hand, even one of his doing, might push him too far too soon.<\/span><\/p>\n

A bead of clear seminal fluid emerged from the slit in Starsky\u2019s crown, building on itself until it threatened to spill over onto the floor\u2014had Hutch not caught it with his thumb. He then coated that sweet spot on the underside of Starsky\u2019s erection with the lubricant, knowing he\u2019d raised the bar in that isolated, but highly stimulating action. \u201cDoes that feel good, too, Starsk?\u201d Hutch asked, more firmly pressing his thumb to the hypersensitive frenulum in sensual circular caresses, and looking up at Starsky\u2019s face as if he didn\u2019t know the answer.<\/span><\/p>\n

But Starsky was lost in the quicksand of his own bliss, speechless, eyes tightly closed, an expression of sweet pain outlined his face, its dark brows, thick eyelashes, thin lips\u2014parted just enough to suck in the oxygen he needed to remain standing, lest he hang from the wall.<\/span><\/p>\n

How could Hutch possibly keep such a needy man waiting for more \u2018stuff\u2019? He let himself go, leaned forward to kiss Starsky\u2019s sensitive head, the swollen one at the end of that desire-aching phallus between his legs, and then closed his lips around its smooth surface of nerve-pulsing skin, continued to stimulate Starsky\u2019s frenulum with oil and pre-cum, that time using his tongue, and heard his own deep breaths and irrepressible moans rise from the pleasure it gave them both.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch couldn\u2019t help himself, either\u2014not in that moment, anyway. He opened his mouth and allowed Starsky to impulsively push his penis into the tight wet warmth that invited him. Starsky\u2019s careful, gentle strokes ratcheted up both their drives. They moaned together, listened to the rhythmic sounds of sucking, enjoyed the differing sensations equally. Hutch knew Starsky watched him in those orally copulating moments, handcuffed as he was above his head, but definitely needing to see his penis disappear and reappear from Hutch\u2019s mouth; Starsky\u2019s hiss and his accelerating thrusting stride were the clear-cut evidence.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch only permitted Starsky a minute to enjoy himself\u2014without ever giving him the accommodating, finishing hand. \u201cMan, you\u2019re damn delicious,\u201d he said, licking his lips after he broke them apart\u2014and panting in unison with Starsky for nearly half a minute. He then took his tee-shirt off over his head, having become aware of the sweat that seemed to have boiled up from inside him and broken out onto his skin. But before Starsky could beg for it, Hutch pushed off the wall, and fed on him again, that time surprising him by stroking Starsky\u2019s penis in a tight fist and a wet sucking mouth, both of which worked in glorious tandem\u2014an unprecedented technique they had learned with each other and found most satisfying.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Hutch… that\u2019s so good… you do my dick good… if you… keep…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch knew the rest of Starsky\u2019s sentence, despite that he didn\u2019t hear it in words; it was the one he planned for. If he kept up the noisy, sucking, stroking of his lover\u2019s swollen organ, Starsky was bound to ejaculate in a matter of seconds\u2014so Hutch abruptly let him go again. He ignored the sincere cussing he heard, and pushed himself up the wall, using just his legs and his back to rise, and forcing Starsky off his head rest when he straightened, to kiss his lips and nurse his tongue instead.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky may have been helpless in most respects, but he wasn\u2019t acting alone, nor in isolation. Though he could do no more than drive or rotate his hips, he did make those efforts, pinning Hutch to the wall and riding Hutch\u2019s erection through his sweatpants with his own.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhoa, there, boy,\u201d Hutch said, pushing Starsky off him, and as if words alone would have altered Starsky\u2019s intentions. \u201cLet a guy get undressed first, willya?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re taking too long,\u201d Starsky replied, accusingly. He huffed with frustration when Hutch moved out from under him and he was alone again with just a towel ring, a pair of handcuffs, and a wall. \u201cDo you even see my dick?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan\u2019t miss it,\u201d Hutch said, trying not to sound as amused as he felt. \u201cI just played with it for a while\u2014or didn\u2019t you notice?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen you know how hard it is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo you\u2019re just gonna leave it hanging here like this?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI wouldn\u2019t dream of it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat next, then? Fuck me and pump me at the same time, that way you do, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s an idea.\u201d But Hutch didn\u2019t move.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI come, you come,\u201d Starsky explained, looking over his shoulder to make compelling eye contact with his partner. \u201cYou want that, doncha?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPlannin\u2019 on it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, how come you don\u2019t wanna feel good right this second?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI do feel good. I\u2019m enjoying myself immensely. What\u2019s hard to understand about that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, can I see if it\u2019s hard?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch loosened the drawstring on his sweatpants and then lowered them to his knees, ignoring that Starsky had misread his comment. He swung his fully erect penis in the cooling air about a foot from Starsky\u2019s leg, as if to show it off, and laughed inwardly when he realized he mimicked Starsky\u2019s playful behavior in times past. That boy had always been a bad influence, Hutch mused. \u201cHe\u2019s dancing on the boulevard,\u201d he said, referencing his engorged phallus, so swollen it had completely emerged from its foreskin without any help from either of their hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPut some oil on it,\u201d Starsky suggested. \u201cThen fuck me, okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch reached into his pocket, got the bottle, and then stepped out of his sweats altogether, kicking them aside to keep from tripping on them. He poured a generous amount of oil into his palm, closed the bottle\u2019s lid, and tossed it into the nearby sink. He then stepped behind Starsky, spread Starsky\u2019s buttocks with one hand, and drizzled some of the lubricant into its crevice with the other, keeping most of the oil in his closed fist. \u201cI gotta say this again, Starsk,\u201d he said, lovingly, \u201cyou have the most beautiful ass ever made.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky had gone back to hanging his head against the wall; no doubt he was disappointed when Hutch didn\u2019t play along exactly the way he wanted him to, but he was no less excited, and obviously quite ready to be penetrated and thrust into\u2014an ecstasy that would end with both of their ejaculations. Or, at least, Starsky hoped as much. \u201cI can\u2019t wait until we come, Hutch, so hurry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch hadn\u2019t been facetious. \u201cYou\u2019ve really got a gorgeous ass,\u201d he said, admiring its muscled and fleshy appearance, its perfect curves and proportions, its warmth and its inviting sexiness, the subtle way it blended into Starsky\u2019s back and legs. \u201cEverything about it is… so… beautiful: the way it looks…\u201d He bent over and kissed both cheeks, inhaling their romantic aroma of cologne and yielding skin. \u201c…the way it smells…\u201d He used the thumb of his closed fist and the fingers of his other hand to expose Starsky to cool air and closer examination. The view of Starsky\u2019s darker pink entry, coupled with the hairless surface of his perineum and the reddened textured skin of his snug-to-his-legs scrotum, just about took Hutch\u2019s breath away. And, of course, Hutch had to put his mouth\u2014his lips and his tongue\u2014on every part of it. \u201cThe way it tastes,\u201d he said between licking kisses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou… tease… me… so… bad,\u201d Starsky said, moaning with the aching pain and the indirect pleasures he felt at once. He rattled the handcuffs, cussed under his vacillating breath, but still couldn\u2019t help his impulsive words. \u201cThat feels good. I love… the way… you lick me… all over… like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Whatever Starsky verbally asked for, Hutch stopped giving him\u2014just to keep Starsky in edgy anticipation. He pressed his pelvis and his erection into Starsky\u2019s buttocks instead, and enjoyed the feel of the slippery glide against its underside as it rode between his oiled cheeks from end-to-tip.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGo inside me,\u201d Starsky said. \u201cI\u2019m relaxed for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll get there,\u201d Hutch promised. He reached around Starsky to swallow Starsky\u2019s shaft with the oil he\u2019d kept in his fist so they could both enjoy the sensations.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Hutch\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Starsky,\u201d Hutch said in Starsky\u2019s ear, playfully mocking his partner\u2019s helpless delirium, lightly laughing, and breathing heavily, as if it were Starsky who had command of him. \u201cYou make me so hard.\u201d That part was authentic. Hutch lowered and lifted his hips to lengthen his strokes along Starsky\u2019s backside, promising good things for his partner\u2019s building climax, mostly to bait Starsky\u2014but Hutch was fairly sure, as his own orgasm slowly developed, that he only succeeded in tantalizing and tormenting himself. The feel of Starsky\u2019s hardened meat in his hand, slipping in and out of his squeezing massages, and his own shaft between the lubricated cheeks of Starsky\u2019s buttocks, and Hutch wasn\u2019t certain who baited who in those minutes.<\/span><\/p>\n

He kissed Starsky\u2019s neck, pressed his nude and perspiring body to his partner\u2019s, the whole of his groin to Starsky\u2019s butt, his bared chest to Starsky\u2019s back, his slightly bent knees just inside Starsky\u2019s supporting stance\u2014to hold them open\u2014and he couldn\u2019t help but hear the pleasing whimpering of Starsky\u2019s heavy, panting, moaning breaths, and the echoes of his own murmurs and labored gulps for air. Who was the most helpless in those rising moments of sheer ecstasy and excitement? Hutch could no longer say.<\/span><\/p>\n

He let Starsky slip from his hand\u2014not intentionally, not with any purpose or ill will, not even consciously; maybe the instinct to hold onto what he felt he may have been losing forced him into a different grip: his own strength to endure. He had to step forward\u2014once, and then again\u2014losing balance perhaps, catching what threatened to escape him: Starsky\u2019s hips breaking away. But Hutch was clearly conscious of what he wanted; he guided his penis to its intended target and pushed forward into the warm, tight opening\u2014except it eluded him, not by much, but by enough.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHutch…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch took half a step forward to close the gap he felt. \u201cStarsky.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m gonna come, Hutch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Only then did Hutch realize what had been transpiring without him. \u201cPlease, don\u2019t, Starsk,\u201d Hutch implored him, fearing it was too late even before he said it. Starsky had been riding the closest object he could reach; he\u2019d been enjoying that brief minute or two\u2014when he wasn\u2019t in Hutch\u2019s stroking hand\u2014to be up against the rough, but slickened surface of drywall. Hutch tugged Starsky\u2019s hips again, more forcefully, and succeeded in abruptly breaking Starsky\u2019s contact with the wall. \u201cDon\u2019t come yet,\u201d he ordered\u2014as if he had any power to stop an ejaculation once it began.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFuck,\u201d Starsky hissed, and then angrily howled. \u201cGoddamit, Hutch. I just needed a few more seconds.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI need a few more minutes,\u201d Hutch replied, holding firmly to his partner, and not allowing his pelvis anywhere near the wall. But, despite how much he loved tormenting Starsky, he also didn\u2019t want to deprive him when he was that close to his climax; Hutch had had his teasing fun. It was time to be serious.<\/span><\/p>\n

He found the coveted entry he sought; Starsky\u2019s entire backside was slippery with oil, felt supplely warm, wantingly relaxed, and seemed to push Hutch toward the only tightness he could feel, that accommodating passage into his lover\u2019s body\u2014by an instinctively compelling invitation he couldn\u2019t thwart or refuse. It never ceased to amaze him how comfortably he could slide into Starsky, how receptive and eager Starsky was for entry, a point proven by Starsky\u2019s low and lengthy moan of acceptance. Hutch drove in as deeply as he could; the only thing to stop him from further penetration was the rest of his body. Only once did he have to shift his feet and further bend his knees to find the most resistance-free angle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou fill me up,\u201d Starsky said, heavy in breath. \u201cSo… big… and…\u201d He couldn\u2019t finish his sentence.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHard?\u201d Hutch asked, as he began the pleasurable cadence of stroking penetrations. But Starsky was too far gone to answer him. It mattered not. Hutch was eventually lost in the mesmerizing feel of his slow-paced deep entries and his nearly full withdrawals. He held Starsky\u2019s legs apart with his thighs, bent over and against him, breathed and moaned in his ear, their sweating skin pressed tightly to the other\u2019s, their union much closer than just physical.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch reached around Starsky again, took his meaty hard-on in hand, was impressed by how much fuller and more rigid he\u2019d become, and only slightly increased the pace of his strokes, if not for Starsky\u2019s satisfaction, at least for his own. On a manual downstroke to Starsky\u2019s penis, Hutch delivered a deep penile penetration into his anus; on the upstroke, he nearly withdrew\u2014creating a hypnotizing and teasing rhythm for them both.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, that\u2019s so nice,\u201d Starsky said after a couple of minutes of sheer bliss. \u201cI love… oh… the way you fuck me. It\u2019s always so… you\u2019re just… it feels… it\u2019s the best, Hutch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t matter that Starsky couldn\u2019t assimilate his thoughts enough to verbalize them in complete sentences; they both became completely immersed in the sensations of their bodies, separately and together, until the emotional and sensual overtook their abilities to think or speak. Grunts, moans, soft laughs, communications without words, filled the tiled bathroom with a resonating sound. Skin-to-skin slaps, gentle in nature, and the occasional jangle of handcuffs against the ring hardware, added to the audible ambiance.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch\u2019s loving thrusts left him spellbound. He kissed Starsky\u2019s ear, his cheek, the warmth of his perspiring neck, inhaled his familiar scent, his maleness and his manliness, continued to pump Starsky\u2019s shaft with a tightening and slickened fist, and began to feel overwhelmed by the building climax within his own penis. The only sensation he missed, if he missed anything, and mostly subconsciously, was the occasional and arousing fondling Starsky would give both their sacs during intercourse, an action Starsky couldn\u2019t make under the immediate circumstances.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHutch, I\u2019m comin\u2019…\u201d Starsky suddenly warned him, snapping Hutch out of his trance; Starsky\u2019s ejaculation seemed to have arrived so quickly a second time. \u201cI\u2019m… here I come, Hutch…\u201d Before Hutch could even hope to change that direction, Starsky erupted in familiar wails of orgasmic bliss\u2014and there\u2019d be no stopping it. But Hutch wanted to at least see<\/em> it, to visually feed off it, to witness what he had, at least in part, enabled, and use it to spur his own orgasm. Even that was too late; instead, he gave Starsky a lengthy, ending squeeze\u2014holding onto Starsky\u2019s penis while it emptied onto the floor, delivering semen as well into Hutch\u2019s hand, perhaps onto the wall\u2014and covered Starsky\u2019s back with tender kisses amid several soft \u201cI love you’s.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, man, that feels so fucking good,\u201d Starsky said when he rolled onto the downside of his orgasm. When the \u2018good\u2019 began to fade, he laughed impulsively. \u201cHoly shit, Hutch,\u201d he said, but with no follow-up.<\/span><\/p>\n

Still joined in a penetration, Hutch pushed Starsky to the wall and relaxed against him, his face to the side of Starsky\u2019s sweat-drenched neck. Hutch closed his eyes, panted with his partner, listened to his subsiding noises\u2014all except his heavy breathing\u2014and felt Starsky\u2019s pounding heart inside both their chests.<\/span><\/p>\n

Handcuffs momentarily rattled against the towel ring.<\/span><\/p>\n

After a minute, as they were recovering from the intensity of Starsky\u2019s ejaculation, Starsky seemed to have found his other senses. \u201cDid you come?\u201d he sleepily wondered. That he asked such a question made Hutch realize his partner was still tuned into his needs\u2014and he appreciated the thoughtfulness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Hutch said. He hadn\u2019t completely lost his erection, but he had purposefully abandoned his desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, go ahead and finish,\u201d Starsky encouraged him, laughing while he clenched his sphincter for added effect.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d Hutch said, despite the pleasure he\u2019d gotten from that unexpected squeeze. Taking Starsky under those conditions\u2014handcuffed to the wall, still wearing his shirt, and while he no longer had an erection\u2014wasn\u2019t something Hutch was emotionally capable of doing. Hutch knew that only then. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Starsk. I just can\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, buddy,\u201d Hutch replied sincerely, pushing off the wall and carefully easing out of his partner. \u201cI\u2019m okay. Really, I am.\u201d He did like the look of his glistening shaft as it emerged from inside Starsky, still dressed in blood-gorged veins and showing off its nearly full potential.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen let me out of these things,\u201d Starsky insisted, impatiently.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch picked up his sweatpants, despite how weak and out of breath he was, got the key from one of its pockets, and then let Starsky go. \u201cBe free, my son,\u201d he joked, watching Starsky remove the handcuffs and toss them to the bathroom counter. \u201cSomething about… if you love something very much, set it free?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019ll come back to you,\u201d Starsky promised, smiling big. \u201cYou can bet your fine ass on that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch was about to apologize again\u2014at least to explain himself\u2014but Starsky planted his lips on Hutch\u2019s mouth and prevented his words. They kissed, feverishly and passionately, tongues and nibbles, reciprocating and forceful, arousing Hutch again. He felt Starsky\u2019s hand clasp his still-rigid penis, stroke it gently and with determination, forcing it completely out of its foreskin again, and then Starsky broke away to kneel on the towel. \u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d Hutch quickly said, grabbing Starsky\u2019s chin before he could reach the floor, successfully intercepting him.<\/span><\/p>\n

It hadn\u2019t occurred to Hutch that their sex would end just because Starsky had enjoyed an orgasm; the giver in his man was still present. If asked in that moment what filled Hutch with an enormous gratitude, he couldn\u2019t say\u2014mainly because logic and words escaped him while so much blood remained in his penis. But, instinctively, it was Starsky\u2019s impulsiveness, his generosity, his sensuality and sexuality, his adventurous sportsmanship, his need and his want and his intention-filled endeavors to push Hutch into yet undiscovered emotions and behaviors, all serving to win over Hutch\u2019s embarrassments, and leave him with pure, unadulterated animalism. But, alas, even those were gifts Hutch couldn\u2019t accept at that moment.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky bent over to pick up the towel. His erection was obviously fading, but his skin continued to glisten, and he was still gorgeous and sexy and beautiful to behold. When he straightened, he made mesmerizing eye contact with Hutch, his blue eyes sparkling with affection and love. He appeared exhausted: mussed hair, beads of perspiration visible on his forehead, and seeming drained of energy. \u201cThat was amazing,\u201d he said breathlessly about the sex he\u2019d experienced. He then grabbed Hutch\u2019s forearm and turned them toward the shower stall. \u201cLet\u2019s get you washed up,\u201d he said, opening the glass door and pushing Hutch into the tiled walk-in ahead of him. \u201cThat way, you won\u2019t have any other reasons not to have an amazing, good cum yourself.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

What turned Hutch on more than anything? Not handcuffs. Not bondage. Not even, in the broader scheme of things, sex itself. What turned him on the most was Starsky\u2019s giving generosity, despite his already spent desire, and his unspoken understanding and appreciation for Hutch\u2019s inhibitions, sensitivities, and needs. No man on Earth, no one anywhere, knew Ken Hutchinson to the core the way David Starsky did\u2014and loved him because of it.<\/span><\/p>\n

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