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Avery didn't consider himself a slut. He didn't consider himself a whore. The male just believed that he'd figured out what he wanted and he went after it. That was something that he would stick to. Even though most of his sexual... Adventures involved some nonconventional things. He'd still go after them, even when people told him that they were less than appealing to them. To each their own, was another saying of Avery's. He was just lucky enough to find somebody with similar tastes as his.

It wouldn't be hard to find somebody who wanted to touch him. He was an attractive male. But it was rather difficult to explain to somebody after you met them that you liked things a certain way. A way that some would find a bit... Strange. That was why he stuck with James. They weren't really boyfriends or anything like that. But they both enjoyed similar things. Which was what kept Avery calling the other male.

He was sitting on the couch at the moment, waiting for James. The male wasn't wearing much and really he didn't have to. He didn't share an apartment, and had been smart enough to not live in the dorms. College was almost over anyway, and with the end of it lay endless possibilities. And countless more partners. For now though, he'd have to settle for James, who was keeping Avery's poor strawberry-brownish haired self all alone. He shifted, adjusting his girlish underwear. He was in shape, with definite definition, but overall he was rather lank. His eyes weren't anything spectacular, in fact they practically matched his hair. And those rather bored looking eyes glanced out the window expectantly.
 
Like his bed partner, James Reece found it difficult to find someone who fit his tastes more perfectly than Avery. However, that was mainly because he couldn't bring himself to turn to a partner and vocally admit that he was into things like handcuffs and blindfolds, and definitely not the more hard-core, weird things like beastiality and large penetration. Though James was a pretty shameless man, there were some instances where he had to hang his head-- and admitting to his kinks was one of those moments. That's why Avery was so perfect. After all, it had been the other who had first brought up the idea of kinky sex, saying he preferred it. That whole talk made James breath a breath of relief.

Their relationship was completely transitory. They'd figure when they wanted to fuck, and then they'd figure out how they wanted to fuck, and then they'd fuck and be happy again. They would go their seperate ways and stay friends in the meantime, though not best buddies. That would be too much of a relationship. If anything, they were distant friends. With the benefits of some really kinky sex, of course.

James was a tall man with a muscled body and a large frame. His skin was dark, for a white guy, and his hair had that bleach-blonde surfer look going for it. His eyes were a dark, chocolate brown that almost blended in with his pupils, and that looked black in the dark-- they made him sort of mysterious, if mystery was still anything worthwhile at twenty-three. He was a grad student. Human sexuality BA and continuing through to get his masters. All in all, James was a very odd fortune in a prettily-made cookie.

His large hand moved to knock on Avery's apartment's door. A bag with some items was slung over his shoulder, in case they were needed, but other than that James had barely nothing-- even his clothes were scant. He simply wore a pair of shoes, some cargo shorts, and a black wifebeater. Easy to take off.
 
Avery didn't mind throwing the fact he liked these things out there. But if he was going to find somebody serious... Well he didn't think that they should know about this type of thing. He'd very easily sacrifice this for somebody he loved. Just as long as that person that he would love didn't show up for another five years or so. Avery wanted and -needed- plenty of time to enjoy this.

In fact, outside of this, Avery hardly saw James at all. Yes, perhaps in passing, but mainly they'd call each other up and plan to see each other. That's just how it went. They had hardly anything else in common. They'd taken a few classes together the year prior, but that was about it. Avery wouldn't have had it any other way. Honestly. He wouldn't have had anything different. James... Now James was attractive. Avery would give him that. And just about everything else. He wasn't so sure about the other's personality, but from the way that James acted around him, he rather liked it. Not enough to consider the other as an actual partner, of course. But enough to have some really rough, hot sex that they both enjoyed.

Avery opened the door with a small smirk, pulling the other in by his top. He closed the door quickly, grinding his hips against James'. "Hello there..." He purred, pressing a rather rough kiss to James' lips. "You're a little late today, aren't you?"
 
When the door was opened, James's eyes immediately settled on the slim, nearly-naked form that was pulling him into the room. A smile settled on his lips and his arms reached out to curl around that thin waist, pulling the hot body close to his own. "Yeah, sorry. Got held up at a friend's," James replied, then lowered his head again to roughly kiss Avery, slipping his tongue into the other's mouth and ravaging it, all while his hands groped at Avery's waist and even down to his barely-covered ass.

Once the kiss was over, James licked his lips and looked at his partner in a predatory manner. "So, what are you in the mood for today, hnn?" He asked. One of his hands was now firmly resting on Avery's asscheek, unconciously-- or maybe very conciously-- squeezing and kneading the flesh in his hand. Avery had a nice ass. James couldn't deny it-- and he was an ass man, which made everything fifty times better.
 
Avery didn't care if any of the neighbor's saw James come in on such an obvious routine, especially with that big bag, filled with undoubtedly nice things. This was his business. It wasn't like he was a whore, or he was doing it out in public. He'd received strange stares before, but he didn't care about that. In fact, it made him feel a little better about himself. He always did like to be the center of attention. And James made him feel like that. Avery pressed back into the kiss with just as much force, his tongue pressing roughly against James'.

"Mmm... Why don't we start out with a couple of toys?" He asked, smirking up at the other male. "Work our way up to the big stuff... Mmm." The male arched his back so his ass pressed into James' hand voluntarily.
 
Any man who was able to take his eyes off of Avery was, in James's mind, a complete lunatic. And whether or not Avery was oogled on the streets made no matter to him, seeing as James and the other were only involved sexually. He liked the afternoons and nights he was able to spend with Avery, but wanted nothing more from the man-- which allowed him to have no qualms, really, about doing certain things to Avery.

When Avery arched his back and pressed his ass into James's hand, the man purred and groped the asscheek firmly, then began walking Avery back to the couch until the backs of his knees were pressed up against the arm. "Here, on the couch, or should we go into your room?" James asked, his hand scratching its blunted nails up Avery's spine.
 
Avery liked being told that he was nice looking, but when he received looks like the ones that James were giving him, he could automatically tell. Then again, Avery was a bit of a paradox. He loved the attention and spotlight, but he also loved being controlled and manipulated. And that was something that James was excellent at. Avery would take only the best and James was the best that he'd come across yet. Honestly, he thought it would be hard to find somebody who was a total pervert like James who was any more attractive. That was what had drawn him to James in the first place.

The male let out a purr of seduction and absolute pleasure when James gave him a wonderful grope like that. Avery wasn't even conscious of the fact that he was backing up until he felt himself almost fall back onto the couch. "Mm... Let's do it here on the couch. I don't want to have to move another inch without having something shoved inside of me." Avery purred against the other's lips, smirking at him. "Nnhh." As well of being quite the slut, Avery was also a pain junky, so the nails up his back were almost rather pleasant. "Ahh..."
 
"Afraid you're going to have to," James muttered, with a smirk on his lips. He brought Avery close again and fiercely kissed him on the lips, his fingernails digging into the flesh of Avery's hip and ass. They left half-moons in the skin after James pulled back, and then drew his hands forward to push Avery down on the couch. "Spread your legs," he growled huskily as he watched Avery, in those girlish panties. What a hot sight he made.

Meanwhile, still watching Avery, James lowered his bag to the floor and unzipped the top, sifting through a few items until he got to the toys he wished to use. At this crouched level he was pratically inbetween Avery's legs, and his eyes were glued on the other's crotch and smooth, flat stomach.
 
Avery was not happy with this response, but mainly because he didn't completely understand it. The kiss distracted him from this fact however, as did the nails on his ass and hip. It was horrible what James did to him, how many scratches and bruises he was left with after it all. But overall, Avery loved it. A bruise or a scratch was totally worth receiving that wonderfully twisted pleasure that was pain. The male did as he was told and spread his legs apart, setting them on either side of himself on the couch.

His eyes watched James dig into the back intently while he used his arms to prop himself up. It hadn't taken him long to get hard from this, and it showed through his underwear. Hell, he'd even been hard before James got there. Simply because he knew what would ensue after the other got into the apartment.
 
James was simply expressing his own bit of humor for the fact that by pushing Avery to the couch, the other man was moving an inch and more-- but alas, without anything inside of him. It wasn't anything to ponder. When Avery's legs were spread open, James couldn't help himself. He pulled out the toy he'd been looking for and then left it to sit on his bag before he reached forward, pressing the flat of his palm against the erection encased in the girly underwear. He pressed down, massaging the shaft with the heel of his palm gently. "Nnn, already ready to go, hm?" James commented, then traced the tip of his finger along the head of Avery's penis. How utterly erotic. . .

After some moments of simply feeling Avery up, James withdrew his hand and then reached for the toy. It was unconventional looking, with a large, bulbous head that was slightly quirked at the top. The shaft was thinner than the head, and it broadened again at the bottom. It was set on the couch, next to Avery's thigh so he could look at it, before James reached down and grabbed the lube. "Hnn, how many to prepare you, do you think?" James asked, drawing shapes on the inside of Avery's thigh to stall the wanting man.
 
Avery had never been one to take things so literally. He hadn't meant a literal inch. He'd meant a metaphorical one. He didn't want to have to get up and head to the bedroom. Right here would do it for him. And he felt like even more of a slut if they did it on the couch. The male ground his hips upward into the other's hand for more of that lovely friction. James was always one to tease him too... It really was tormenting when he was so worked up already. He shivered when he felt James' finger run over the tip of his sensitive cock. "Ahh... Mmm. Yes. I got excited just thinking about it."

There was an obvious sexual tension in Avery's eyes. He'd had a stressful week with schoolwork and such. The fact that James was making him wait was absolutely killing him, but at the same time he enjoyed it immensely. He liked being teased like that. "Three or four..." He growled seductively, running a few fingers over the strangely shaped dildo.
 
"I can tell," James purred huskily before he tilted his chin up and quirked an eyebrow up at Avery. "Horny now, aren't you?" He responded to the request of three or four fingers. The other man licked his lips and then grinned, digging his fingernails into Avery's thigh roughly. Meanwhile he lowered his head to firmly press his tongue against the panty-encased balls, prodding and licking at them, making the fabric wet but also giving Avery some friction. After some moments of that he pulled back and gently nipped at the outline of the shaft.

James then lifted his fingers to gently move the panties to the side before spreading some lube onto the requested fingers. One finger made quick work of pressing inside, and the second finger soon joined it. They scissored for a few moments before the third finger was slid along in too. James then took his time. He softly thrust his fingers in and out of Avery, his fingertips wiggling against the other's prostate.
 
"Mmnn... Yes, very much so..." He purred to the other, his eyes fluttering seductively. Avery was -so- damn horny. He probably couldn't have emphasized it vocally if he tried. James almost always made him feel this way. Whenever he was around the other he wanted to be dominated and fucked. The sensation of James' tongue against his panties was absolutely unfair. It was friction, yes, but he couldn't feel the other's tongue rub along him, or feel James' hot breath.

"James..." The male moaned in almost a whine. But after only a moment, he felt James wonderful fingers enter him, and let out a satisfied purr. "Mmm..." He was always intent on showing the other when he was pleased with something. His hips bucked backwards on James' fingers. "You make me so fucking hot..."
 
James watched as Avery bucked his hips back against his fingers and a wry smile came onto his lips. He shook his head and huskily growled, "You're such a fucking slut." It was obvious, however, that James didn't mind one bit. He licked his lips and thrust his fingers up as far as they could go, then curled them upwards to press against the inner wall, rubbing against that spot. Meanwhile, his head lowered again so he could slowly, teasingly, drag his teeth against Avery's trapped length.

Once he felt as though the other had been put through enough teasing, James withdrew his fingers to pull the panties down from Avery's hips, letting the other's erection spring free from the tight confines. He tugged the cloth down to Avery's ankles and then settled between his legs again as he leaned forward. James' tongue ran up the shaft and flicked at the underside of the head as his fingers once more prodded at Avery's entrance, and then pushed inside. Though, instead of two, a third was gently worked in.
 
Avery was such a slut, that couldn't be denied. He liked being fucked, even by people he hardly knew. There were innumerable times that he'd hooked up at people with clubs, after getting incredibly drunk. After that he'd wake up at somebody else's house, or in his own apartment that was trashed. Sometimes he'd even wake up with multiple men in the room. Well that was always an experience. But he'd cut down on all of that since he'd met James. James was quite fullfilling, and they could meet each other just about any time. No bothersome looking at nightclubs. Avery squirmed in pleasure, letting out an audibly pleased mewl when he felt James' fingers rub up against his prostate.

Though he was teased easily with his cock, he'd never really been that attentive to it. Most of the time he just came from being filled up with something. But when James touched him... Well that was a completely different story. His cock twitched as James licked the underside of it. "Mmnnn... Yes. I'm a fucking slut. I'm your fucking slut..." He murmured, pressing back on the fingers once more. "Don't say it like you don't like it though... I know you do."
 
"Yes you are," James growled in a husky voice, liking the idea that this little slut, spread out before him, was all his-- at least for the duration of their games. After all, once things were over, they didn't pretend to be involved. No, this was just for the sex. And it was amazing. To further the point, though, James stretched his fingers out slightly and wiggled them about, then added more lube on his pinky and worked that finger in gently as well. His grin, from above Avery's abdomen, was almost feral with lust.

A slight jabbing motion was made with James' fingers, though they didn't slide very far. Instead, James curled them again and began wiggling them around, stretching the hole, making it easier to move his fingers about. He licked his drying lips and then lubed up his thumb and hand. James' eyes turned up to watch Avery's face carefully as his thumb proceeded to prod at the entrance.
 
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