Accused of Love

You and Me

2007-10-11T06:17:35Z

will stand accused of love <3

[x-posted to wilburys_fic]

Pix! (dial-up heavy)

2007-07-20T06:37:33Z

If anyone still hangs around... ;)

Icons

2007-07-17T05:28:21Z

I was bored. Here ya go.

I love the Wilburys DVD! Own it if you don't!

:)

I was thinking of writing some smutty Bob/Tom... and possibly getting out my drawing pad. Any suggestions? Requests?

Drabble

2007-04-30T01:34:05Z

Posted to bandfic_100.

Title: He Speaks Like Silence
Author: Trefenwyd
Fandom/Characters: Bob Dylan/Tom Petty
Rating: PG
Genre: Slash
Summary: After a performance. 1986
Disclaimer: All in my mind. :)

For the moment, all was quiet between them. They lay side by side, bodies worn to the point of exhaustion.

And just like the time before, Tom had seen the doubt in those clear eyes. There weren't any words to put his mind to rest. Bob was stubborn, and would have to come around on his own.

The weight of Bob's body gently reminded Tom of the closeness of the moment. His tired eyes looked up, gazing at the pool of hair on the pillow, all gold streams and dark curls, settled together.

In time, they could be equals again.

Hey baby...

2007-01-03T11:56:51Z

...that I'm gonna be alright.

If I believe in you... it's all I wanna do...

WARNING: R-ish picture

Spur of the moment drawing. Hope you love it.

Because I can...

2007-01-02T06:12:34Z

Bob & Tom singing Karaoke...

This is a clip from a game, Sims2. I made Bob & Tom.

Geek? Yes.

Afraid to show it? Nope!

Just me, pitching in something new...

2007-01-01T23:32:31Z

Title: Something in the air...
Format: Music Video
Pairing: Bob/Tom

Enjoy! :)

You got lucky, babe...

2006-12-01T09:03:34Z

If you guys are still around...

2006-11-27T03:31:01Z

Just thought I'd share a sketch I did...

Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers Tickets, August 27th @ the Greek Theatre

2005-07-29T22:55:59Z

hello all,

my sister and i have 2 (TWO) extra tickets for Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers on August 27th at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley, California ( it's on the UC Berkeley campus).

they are assigned seats, not general admission. they are section 1, row 17, seats 13 & 14. here is the link to the seating chart for the Greek Theatre if you wish to see how close they are:

http://apeconcerts.com/pop/greek_seating_chart1.html

they were originally $41 dollars, with a service fee of $9 per ticket. so we are asking $50 each. this is a good deal and a fair price, we didn't mark it up at all, we just have 2 extra tickets lying around and want to sell them.

if you're interested, reply to this post or you can:
email me: local_music_junkie@hotmail.com
send me a message on AIM: desertwelliesx

(x-posted)

thanks!

Two Bobs and a Tom! How can you possibly go wrong?

2005-06-29T06:21:10Z

Title: "Giving and Receiving"
Author: Burning Ghost
Pairing: Bob Dylan/Tom Petty/Bob Geldof
Rating: NC-17 or 18+.
Brief Description: Takes place in 1985. Bob Geldof flies down from England to Pennsylvania, US, to thank the many musicians who performed at the Live-Aid concert held there, and celebrate along with them at the after-party (that in the US, takes place the night after the concert). He wants to thank two certain musicians in particular in his own special more *personal* way...(why? because he's always been a big fan of the music both of them make, and Dylan's been an especially big inspiration, and well...he's hot for them. And can you blame him?)
Warnings: Hot Musician Threesome! Should that even be a warning...?

The clamor of the commotion of socializing and hob-nobbing among the various musicians all around him could almost deafen him to the loud blaring music of his own band, The Boomtown Rats, playing familiar signature pieces compiled on one of many "greatest hits" albums put out over the years by the record company. It felt odd to be at a party where his music was playing, and he could he hear the strains of his own slightly manic, admittedly a tad whiney (he always hated that about his singing) voice in the background as a congregation of rock legends conversed amongst each other, some practicing together in sessions right there in the ballroom hall of that four star luxury hotel.

He could hear Ozzie mumbling angrily about something under his breath as become a signature of his to do, spilling the contents of the vodka bottle he has clutched in one pale hand over onto the detailed (likely very expensive) throw carpeting on the floor, as he lurches forward, stumbling on his feet, drunken and high as ever, as if there were no other state he could ever be in at any given time of the day or night. He’s doing this in the direction of Phil Collins, who is just looking thoroughly un-amused by the right scene Ozzie’s making of himself before everyone, and trying to keep calm and relaxed in spite of it. Phil just takes another casual sip from his wine glass, more graceful and composed than most people at the party, and obviously the among the more sober and under control of himself of those attending.

Personally, Geldof finds himself preferring when it comes to between the two of them, for reasons he isn’t entirely certain of himself to be quite honest, Ozzie’s drunken fumbling and confused behavior to Phil’s in comparison lackluster graceful composure, and fully in control of his inhibitions state of being. He gives off a bit of a chuckle in spite of himself though more directed toward Ozzie, and then finds himself wandering toward a table where a couple of a familiar faces are all-too-invitingly waiting for him there, socializing with each other.

One a southern-fried blonde with a rather distracting eccentrically designed shirt, and the other one of the greatest poets and musicians of his generation, his rather unconventionally handsome features hidden slightly under a mop of unkempt hair that he seems to share in common with another certain rock star also by the name of Bob, who stares at him now, giving him a friendly wink and extending his hand forward in greeting.

Petty pats Geldof on the back as they all exchange greetings all around, laughing and smiling and offering rounds of drinks to each another. Geldof takes the glass of whiskey mixed with coca cola that Tom has poured for him and offers up to him now, takes a small sip and turns over to Dylan who is looking quite reserved, arms crossed across his chest, a rather surprising stance for a man who’s clad in a shirt that is half-unbuttoned and pants of shiny leather.

"I just came down from England to thank you once more for taking the time out of your busy touring and recording schedules to come down and turn out what were some truly outstanding performances for this event, my good lads. I want you to know how truly appreciative we at Band-Aid are for all of the musicians' contributions, especially from the likes of you two."

Geldof realized how rather annoyingly chatty he was becoming, but the sincerity in his voice was making up for the overly long-winded thanks extended toward Dylan and Petty for their contributions to the concert.

Dylan and Petty just nodded jointly, and Tom just bared his teeth and chuckled, patting Bob on the back with quite a rough slap, then, remarking "It was nothin’ at all, buddy. We’re always willing to help out when a good friend comes to call. You’ve really accomplished a great deal with this project, you should be proud. Why, you’re practically a modern-day hero, man."

With that Geldof found himself blushing just a little, closing his eyes and shrugging into his shoulders, arms folded across his chest, balancing from one foot to another, shyly.

He still wasn’t sure he knew how to be quite ready to receive compliments and praise as he’s been getting for the past two nights now from various influential people in his life, many of whom he’s not ashamed to consider his own heroes and idols that have been great inspirations to him musically. Why just the other day Freddie Mercury himself kissed him on the cheek and told him there just weren’t enough "dears" out there like him, genuinely caring compassionate people who are willing to fight for what they believe in and get things organized no matter how great the feat may seem. He just wasn’t sure he could ever get used to this sort of praise from one music legend to another. The more praise he got the more and more he felt himself retreating into himself, as he always had a tendency to do since he was but a young lad.

Dylan just gave him a sly, knowing wink, nodding in agreement with Tom, and this just made Geldof feel all the more compulsion rising in his heated blood to take a bold move forward and make a far more personal suggestion to Dylan and Petty as they stood there, seemingly expecting something from Geldof then, though he was confident they couldn’t possibly know what.

"You know...and I’d really quite like to thank you a bit more personally, if you know what I mean...lads..."

Tom seemed to recognize instantly the tone of voice Geldof took on then as he uttered those words, and at that he found himself glancing over at Dylan who gave a look of a bit of reluctance then, shrugging, and backing away from Geldof just a little, all the while his eyes wandering between him and Tom.

"Come on...I know you two would be up for it...It’s not like you haven’t already delved into a little "experimentation" in the past...and with each other, at that."

Tom just smirked and turned to Dylan, nudging him, and Dylan just exhaled a sigh as he gave a nonchalant sort of look of "okay then, why the hell not..." and allowed the Irishman to lead them up both up then to his hotel room he had reserved for the stay that night after the celebratory after-party, commemorating the success of the Live-Aid project.

When they arrived at the hotel room, they found a large queen-sized bed just waiting for them, freshly made, complimentary mint on the pillow. Geldof made the first move, as could be expected considering how things got started that evening, pressing his lips over Dylan’s as he locked him in an intimate embrace, such intensity of intimacy rarely experienced by Dylan while in the embrace of past lovers.

Dylan moaned into Geldof’s mouth, lips parting only just slightly and temporarily, but just long enough to allow Geldof's tongue to dart inside and out of Dylan’s mouth, playfully teasing at the tips of his tongue.

Tom just stood back and watched all the while, obviously amused by the sight, pouring himself a glass of the champagne that was provided in the nearby holder filled up with ice on the shelf near the bed and consuming of it only gradually, taking his time as he observed the two Bobs unbuttoning each other’s shirts and unzipping each other’s flies, hungrily undressing each other as they devoured just as hungrily each other’s mouths.

Geldof turned then to glance at Tom, who didn’t seem like he felt neglected as he appeared to be finding thorough amusement at the sight of what was taking place before him, but nonetheless Geldof felt a bit of an obligation to give some attention to Tom as he hadn’t been getting any thus so far into the 10 or so minutes him and Dylan had spent there making out and rather clumsily undressing each other.

Geldof placed one slender hand on Tom’s shoulder, chuckling a bit at again taking notice of the silly planetary design and bright colours of his eccentric shirt, and then gently stroked the sides of Tom’s face. He found himself wincing as his hands carried over the rough bushy set of prominent sideburns on either side of his face.

"Hmmm, my lad I do believe we must do something about those hairy caterpillars that seem to be crawling on either side of your face and obscuring your otherwise quite aesthetically appealing features," he chided at him, examining each sideburn with a disapproving eye. "I wouldn’t want to get rug-burn...and I don’t just mean on my face, either."

Geldof winked quite seductively at Tom and that just prompted whatever reluctance might have been initially holding Tom back to take a hike out of him, as he headed to the hotel suite’s bathroom and picked up an electric razor that came conveniently provided in one of the drawers.

Geldof’s mouth slid up and down the shaft of Dylan’s hardened arousal as the sounds of electricity accompanied by cheerful melodic whistling reverberated throughout the background. Geldof chuckled in between long strokes with his tongue as Dylan sat back and closed his eyes, savoring the sensation as tried to hold back from reaching climax for as long as he possibly could. Before Dylan could, Geldof quite inopportunely turned away as he felt his ass being gently goosed by a pair of invisible cheeky hands behind him.

He gave a half smirk of his own at the smirking figure towering above him, face now smooth as a baby’s bottom, revealing more of his unconventionally attractive features.

"Is that suitable enough for her majesty, Queen Robert? Is this now to your satisfaction, my lady grace?" Tom sarcastically spouted as he did a mocking little curtsy in front of the now standing Geldof, who just smiled at him in good humor.

"Yes I *suppose* that shall suffice..." And Geldof took Tom’s now smooth face into his hands and locked him in a passionate, deep and should it be said quite regal kiss.

"Wow..." Tom gasped for air coming out of the lip-locking. "I must say I am truly honored to receive such a royal welcome and seal of approval."

Dylan just grunted and groaned a little, feeling impatient with the very silly boys before him engaging in their little very silly game. "Would you guys just knock it off already with the monarchial euphemisms? I want some action, damnit!"

Tom and Geldof just snickered then as they glanced at each other, exchanging winks, and then jointly closed in on an all-too-willing and still very much erect nude Dylan sprawled out on the bed before them.

Tom continued where Geldof had left off down below while Geldof rolled a condom he had just unwrapped onto Tom’s erect cock, doing so with his teeth. A little trick he picked up from some groupies while on the road. "I knew there had to be some good use for groupies..." Geldof thought to himself then.

At that Tom felt then compelled to inch forward toward Geldof and turn him on his side, allowing Tom easy entry as he thrust into the Irishman with great force, not even bothering to take things slow because somehow he recognised that Geldof wanted it that way right then. And he very much did, judging by the expression of pure ecstasy which came instantly across his face, biting his lower lip and yelping out in pleasure.

Dylan, sexually frustrated as ever, quickly fumbled around the dresser drawer for a condom and unwrapped it, having not much difficulty getting it on due to how stiff the state of his member was right then. He started immediately in at Tom and Tom moaned in intensely felt pleasure, until all three were in a locked chain of passion and lust, grinding and thrusting their knees into the bed.

After Dylan climaxed followed about seven minutes later by Tom, Geldof grimaced a little as he felt not yet fully satisfied.

Petty and Dylan simultaneously released sighs of exhaustion, wiping their sweaty brows, and both eyed Geldof curiously, arching their eyebrows and turning to glance at each other. They seemed quite genuinely surprised at how long it took to get the randy Irishman to come.

"Hey, don’t look at me like that, boys, I just have a high drive, that’s all...and it *has* been quite some deal of time since Paula and I really...well...you know..."

Petty and Dylan nodded knowingly, and they both decided to show a little mercy on him and relieve him of his tensions, in unison, working together on the endeavor.

Tom worked a well lubricated finger into Bob’s tight and very hot opening while Dylan worked quick strokes on Bob’s prominent and what seemed perennially erect penis. However, surprisingly it didn’t take too long after that, to Geldof's great relief which washed over him and caused him to tremble just a little, for him to finally achieve climax and spill out all over Dylan’s hand. Dylan shook off his now wet and sticky hand, looking a little awkward.

"Errr...sorry about that Bob...I just eh...well you *were* both stimulating each end of me...coming at me from both ends like that...it just couldn’t be helped..." Geldof said to Dylan, apologetically, face colouring a tad.

Dylan just smiled and winked at him, reassuring him it was no big deal, and then just headed to the bathroom to wash up, followed shortly after by Tom.

Geldof grabbed some nearby tissues from the Kleenex box resting on the bedside dresser and cleaned himself and the bed covers up as best he could, chuckling just a little in the process in spite of himself and the result of his sexual adventures that night.

Petty and Dylan emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, and as they started putting their clothes back on (Geldof decided to just throw on a light robe from his closet and stay behind to call it a night back in the hotel room), they both commented on how more than welcome they were of his very special thanks delivered personally to them that night.

"The pleasure was all mine, lads...and after all, you really deserved all the thanks you could handle...and more." Geldof winked at them, and they smiled in return at him and let out laughs as they exited the suite, arms draped around each other’s shoulders.

accused_of_love @ 2005-06-21T16:47:00

2005-06-21T21:49:36Z

OH WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW!!!!

I JUST discovered this community, thanks to someone who left a comment somewhere to me (bohemian something? YES THANK YOU but I am too excited to remember your exact name! LOL!)

TOM. IS. MY. PASSION. ABOVE. ALL. PASSIONS.

(Bob is a close second or tie for second, too!)

BUT TOM. I love him more than anything else in the world.

And I am terrifyingly serious.

I will be posting many delicious stories...yall can be sure of this ;)

SOOO HAPPY TO FIND THIS PLACE! The two of them are HOT alone...but together? Hoooo.

....(but Tom is the hottest. Ever. In the history. Of the universe. Forever.)

~LOVE/PEACE/PETTY~

New Fic!

2005-06-21T01:58:32Z

Title: Ready For Action
Author: dante_the_mouse
Brief discription: Bob Dylan and Tom Petty get up to some sexy antics.
Rating: R-NC17

The two men were tired and sweaty after their concert. Bob and Tom returned to their shared hotel room and Bob began to undress for the shower. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then sat down to remove his shoes and socks. He was about to get up when Tom, completely nude, sat down in his lap. Tom curled against Bob, bare chest to bare chest, and leaned his head on the other man’s shoulder. He licked Bob’s ear, then whispered gently into it.
“I want you in me,” he murmured. Bob blushed; even after all the time they’d been together, he still wasn’t used to Tom’s rather direct way of putting things. He didn’t have time to consider this point, as Tom rubbed his hips lustfully against Bob’s lap, breathing heavily.
“Dammit, you’re always ready for action, aren’t you?” Bob said, not really complaining. Tom’s reply was to kiss him, his tongue tickling Bob’s lower lip. The messy-haired man moaned into his blonde lover’s mouth. His hands stroked Tom’s back, feeling each knob of the other man’s spine. Tom pulled away from Bob’s mouth and began kissing along his jaw instead, the dark brown stubble prickly against his lips. Bob stood up, just barely able to pick Tom up. He struggled to carry his confused lover from the armchair to the bed, setting him down gently, then stopping to catch his breath. Tom took the opportunity to unzip Bob’s pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and revealing his arousal. Bob stepped out of his pants and sat down on the bed beside Tom. He pushed the blonde down onto the bed, his fingers teasing the soft hairs on his lover’s chest. He lowered his head to suck gently on Tom’s nipple, then switched to biting at it lightly, his actions eliciting a variety of moans and gasps from the blonde. He continued his teasing, moving lower along Tom’s ribcage and stomach. His tongue dipped into Tom’s navel, and a giggle escaped from the blonde man’s throat. Bob grinned and moved to kiss his laughing lover on the mouth. He pushed himself up, supporting his weight on his hands.
“What are you waiting for?” Tom asked, turning over on his stomach. Bob got up from the bed, digging around in a suitcase until he found the lube he was looking for. He returned to the bed where Tom was waiting impatiently. He warmed the lube slightly in his hands, then used it to coat his arousal. Bob pushed gently into Tom, entering him slowly and enjoying the sensations. Tom seemed to be enjoying it as well, judging by the way the blonde man was making. Once he was completely inside, Bob stopped for moment, breathing deeply. He pulled out partway, then pushed back in slowly. He repeated this a few times, teasing Tom with his slow pacing. Tom wriggled impatiently, trying to get Bob to hurry up. Bob chuckled softly, then drove forcefully into Tom’s tight orifice, striking his prostate and causing the blonde to cry out in a combination of pain and ecstasy. Bob continued his actions, the two men’s breathing growing faster and harder as they neared climax. Moments later, Tom’s body stiffened as he gasped suddenly and came hard; he shivered slightly and slumped to the bed, exhausted. Bob thrust a final time, then shouted Tom’s name as he reached new heights of pleasure. He relaxed, then laid down beside Tom, curling his arms around his tired lover. They fell asleep that way, locked in a warm embrace until morning.

Bus Pr0n!

2005-06-18T06:19:27Z

Title: Give a Little Inspiration
Pairing: Obvious
Rating: 18+
Author: Burning Ghost
Description: Takes place when Bob Dylan toured with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers in 1986. Bob wants Tom to be the first one he shares the lyrics to his new particularly powerful song with, and Tom is more than eager to hear them. PWP (this time on a tour bus!).
Warning: Beware the many bad musical euphemisms. Beware them very much.

"How many roads must a man drive down, before you call him a man..." Bob was singing, half-sighing in between in boredom as the rickety bus bumped over another stone in the road.

Tom was strumming idly at his guitar, practicing a few chord ranges, and glancing over at Bob giving a good-humored smirk.

"You know I could think of a better song for you to be singing, out in the back..." Tom said as he gave a sly wink in Bob’s direction.

That instantly perked Bob’s drooping head up off his enclosed fist, glancing over at Tom as he gave a devilish grin.

"I think I’m on to what you have in mind, Tommy my boy," Bob said. "I have just the lyrics I’ve been working on for it too..."

"Well maybe you could share them with me, do a bit of ‘reciting’, if you know what I’m talking about," Tom said as he smiled at him, winking again in a suggestive manner, and extended his hand forward as he put aside his guitar on that red leather seating. Bob was all too glad to take that slender hand in his as Tom lead him to the back of the quite large tour bus.

The other band members surrounding them on the seating and sprawled out on the beds just exchanged puzzled looks with one another, arching their eyebrows in simultaneous unison. They each turned their heads in the direction of Tom and Bob as the two men disappeared behind a veiled purple curtain in the far back reaches of the bus. As they heard laughter being emitted from the general area they all turned back to each other and decided to shrug it off, going back to tuning their instruments and drinking their coffees.

In the back room there was an old bed with black sheets and a black and white quilt covering them, with a bathroom stall located a few inches adjacent to it. Quite cramped quarters, but somehow that didn’t seem to phase Bob nor Tom, as Tom was quickly busying himself with the unbuttoning of Bob’s shirt and pulling off Bob's vest as Tom backed up onto the bed, Bob making his way towards him with a lustful, predatory look spread across his face.

Tom then felt his own faded blue jeans being unzipped by a busy pair of hands which seemed to be attached to Bob and they quickly met the floor to encircle his bare ankles, followed shortly after by his red plaid-patterned boxers. As Bob’s emerald green shirt and his own pair of slightly faded, torn and stained by dirt and grass blue jeans fell away, he pushed Tom to the back of the bed so that his head was resting on the pillows there, ensuring that he was as comfortable as possible before he took his throbbing arousal in his mouth. Tom whimpered a little, accompanied by a moan of intense pleasure as he arched his neck back and moved around, finding it hard to keep still while Bob was working so fast on him.

"Jesus Bob, these lyrics of yours are something else...really, ugh, provocative..."

At that Bob found himself finding it hard not to chuckle a little even with his mouth occupied by Tom’s now frantic thrusting. Bob pulled back as Tom came and then he flipped Tom over on his stomach, making good use of the lube he kept in the left pocket of his jeans at most given times and sliding into Tom with simultaneously felt quivers of lust exchanged between them.

"Let’s see if I can turn out a hit," Bob commented between grunts as he thrust faster and harder into Tom’s all too readily accepting orifice.

"Good Jesus in a Camper Van, I have a pretty good feeling this is going to reach number 1 in a short matter of time..." Tom nearly cried, as he felt Bob give one last thrust and he felt the results of Bob’s hot passion inside him.

"Good, imagine the royalties I’ll make off of this one."

Bob let out a satisfied sigh, then collapsed atop his lover, getting a whiff of the scent of Tom’s hair, a musky aroma mixed with the sweat of passionate love making.

Tom nuzzled in closer to Bob, and inquired, "What are you thinking of calling this one, then, sugar?"

"Baby, let’s just find that out next time we have a brainstorming session."

"Mmm...I’m eager to get on that right away," Tom purred.

Back near the front of the bus, the band members were all making sure to practice very loudly with their respective instruments in order to drown out the noisy commotion resounding from the back.

Finding Out with a Kiss

2005-06-14T23:24:02Z

I just scanned a picture I drew recently, of Bob and Tom.

Finding Out with a Kiss

The title comes from the Heartbreakers' song Finding Out -

Yeah it took a little time to get what love was about
But honey I'm coming 'round
I'm finding out --

I've had enough of all this hard-core loneliness
I don't think pain is so romantic

My very first Bob/Tom fic!

2005-06-14T01:50:30Z

Title: That's Just the Way That I Am
Author: Burning Ghost
Pairing: Bob Dylan/Tom Petty
Rating: R
Description: Bob angstily muses to himself about how so many of his female fans don't really get him, or really know the real him. A certain fellow musician and close friend of his is eager to demonstrate how much *he* gets Bob. PWP.

Bob blew some more notes softly on his special gold-pleated harmonica that had been given as a gift to him by one of his devoted fangirls, complete with an inscription of "With Love from Sandy Callas" on the lower bottom right corner of the one side. Bob despised all the fangirls, with their idealistic romanticized ideas regarding what kind of person he was and what kind of lover he'd make. They just had no real insight into who he really was. He exhaled a sigh as he leaned just a little further over the edge of the emerald green painted balcony of that hotel room.

He was about to turn and head back in to hit the proverbial hay and call it a night when he felt a set of warm slender fingers enclose over his slim waist, then reaching around to gently pull at the tie that held the Chinese silk robe he was wearing (another gift from a devoted female fan) in place. As the robe came loose to expose his bare chest and pair of black cotton boxers to the open night air he felt a cool breeze suddenly caress the curled light brown hairs on his chest and legs. He turned around then only to be met by the warm moist enclosure of Tom's mouth, his tongue teasing and receiving in Bob's own mouth.

Bob moaned slightly into Tom's mouth as he pushed him toward the edge of the queen-sized bed in that suite they shared for the night while on their tour together. Tom felt shivers run up and down his bony spine as he fell into the soft down of the crimson red duvet on that bed, all the while he was being stroked and fondled all over the slender build of his body by the busy exploring hands of Bob. Bob pulled his lips away momentarily, catching his breath, and then Tom directed a rather devilish grin up at Bob as he flipped Bob forcefully over onto his back, with playfully lustful aggression, and made his way down to Bob's black cotton boxers, his teeth gently nibbling at the protruding arousal contained within them. Bob gave off a longing moan as he lay back further into the duvet and stroked the long blonde strands of Tom's hair as the back of his head bobbed up and down, working on relieving the tension down below. Just as Bob was beginning to hit upon a higher note than he'd ever imagined himself capable of reaching, Tom teasingly pulled back and licked his lips, smirking and winking at Bob impishly.

Bob groaned and lowered his eyebrows at him, rather frustrated, then pulled up Tom with rather a good deal of forcefulness and ravaged his mouth his with his tongue, then promptly turning him over so he was lying flat on his stomach, just ready for Bob to make the next move. Bob reached over to grab a tube of lubricating agent from the dresser drawer and as he pulled down Tom's boxers he worked a well-coated finger into him, causing Tom to give out a moan of aching pleasure. Bob began thrusting into him slowly, picking up speed in a matter of minutes as Tom pleaded with him to ravish him thoroughly and to get the job done as quickly as possible. As Tom cried out Bob's name, Bob gave a final thrust and spilled his hot seed into his lover.

Bob cleared away the tendrils of heated sweat off his forehead and shoulders and Tom turned his head around to meet Bob's mouth with great passion.

Bob smiled as he thought to himself: "Now here's someone who really does get me, man. That's what I'm talkin' about."

The End!