The farewell
Will
Nate is a box of surprises. After we spent that period apart, he has surprised me a lot, I feel that he is more confident about the emotional problems caused by the negative fame that comes from social networks, and this makes me calm, if he is happy, I am happy. His confidence, and the way he acts has impressed me, and when he brought me to this locker room with the intention of fulfilling a sexual fantasy, it really surprised me, I did not expect such an attitude from him.
When I think back to the beginning, the first contacts, the denial on both sides, the first kiss, the flirtatious moments until the proposal, the breaking of sex as a taboo (read on his part), and the long awaited first time. It was a long path, but a very pleasant one, and I would walk it again without a second thought.
— What are you going to do to me, Kitten? Or should I call you Daddy? — when I ask, he looks at me with such desire, and my reaction before he says anything is to lightly bite his lower lip and pull him away. His reaction is immediate, he pulls my shirt off for good, and throws it on the floor, kisses my mouth ardently, and moves down my neck quickly until he reaches my nipples. He lingers on them, the tip of his tongue runs over each one, and I cling to his hair.
Nate kneels before me, and continues kissing my exposed abdomen, running his tongue over each part, but at a certain point, I open my eyes when I realize that the caresses have stopped. I look up at him, who stares at me with the same look of desire. He stands up, and takes off each piece of his uniform, and throws it in any corner, and I just contemplate his nakedness before me, after taking off the last pieces, the socks, he glues his body to mine, hugging me around the waist, kisses my mouth lightly, and says something.
— Are you going to continue like this, Bunny?
I just shake my head in the negative. He steps away and walks over to one of the showers, turns it on, and positions his body beneath it. The water runs down his body, and I think I am in a paradise, or maybe I have reached nirvana.
— Come on Bunny, are you going to stay there? — his question takes me out of my state of mind, of a passionate and drooling boyfriend. I take everything off at once, shorts, underwear, socks, and boots. As if by magic, I approach him, and I am sure that I must look like an idiot in love. — What is this face?
— He's dying to have sex with you! — I exclaim and he lets out a cynical chuckle, wrapping his arms around my waist.
— That's great! I'm ready for it!
[...]
Each kiss we exchange, my hands running over his body, and the moans I get out of him make me think that I have really reached another astral plane, especially when his cock meets my mouth. Nate groans loudly, braces his back against the wall so he doesn't fall, his hands caress my hair, my movements become more intense, and I hear my boyfriend speak.
— Let me fuck your mouth, Bunny? — I stop for a moment and stare at him as I hear his question, and just nod my head in agreement.
The password is activated, and Nate begins his movements slowly, and then increases the speed, with each thrust he moans loudly and I squeeze his ass, and when he realizes he is close to cumming, he stops and withdraws his cock, releasing his pleasure into the shower water. I stand up and look at him with a smile, and he reciprocates, holds my hand, and walks over to a large wooden bench in the corner of the wall. I follow him without understanding what he wants.
— Nate, what are we going to...
— Sit there! — I do as he asks. He takes the lubricant that was inside his purse, and a few packets of condoms, and approaches me, and sits on my lap, holding on to be better supported. My boyfriend kisses my mouth lightly, then moves down my neck to my ear. — Fuck me, Bunny!
After his request, it doesn't take long before I am pleasuring him with my fingers, I wonder if anyone is hearing our moans in this locker room, and especially his friends, I really hope not. Nate squeezes me even tighter with each touch of my fingers inside him, and desperately he speaks in my ear.
— I want it now, I can't take it anymore! — I accede to your request.
With each thrust, I feel like I'm on cloud nine, especially when he asks me to go faster, and moans like crazy. I kiss his mouth and hug him tighter, he pulls away a little and starts commanding our movements and masturbating. When we reach the climax of our love affair in the locker room, I pull out of him and hold him even tighter, and he does the same, as well as leaning his head on my shoulder.
— We need to do this again! — he speaks in my ear.
— We do it almost every day, Nate!
— I know, but I'm talking about doing it in different places!
— Who are you? A Nate clone? How am I going to tell my boyfriend that I had sex with a clone of him?
— How funny!
[...]
Nate
The recording of the special episodes is finally over, and both Will and I feel extremely happy to give life to these characters that have changed us forever. I confess that in the beginning it was strange to understand Thirasak's feelings, because I have never fallen in love with a man, and in the same proportion that I understood, I fell in love with Will. Whenever it is possible to revive this character, it will be a great satisfaction for me.
These episodes made us work even harder, as both he and I recorded a song for our characters to celebrate their love for each other, and this also included the recording of two Mv's, making us even more famous. However, we are still missing the famous scene of the hottest kiss, the one that everyone is waiting for, that I kiss Will, or rather Thirasak kisses Wanchai and leads him to the bedroom in a very exciting way. We chose one of the scenes, and the director instructed us on how it would go. I am a little nervous, I am afraid that the scene will be more truthful than technical, and I will end up committing some gaffe that will overexpose us.
— So, can we get started? — he asks us, and we shake our heads in the affirmative.
— Action!
Wanchai is sitting on the couch in the living room, fiddling distractedly with his cell phone, and talking to himself.
— Thirasak surprised me on my birthday. What can I do to present him on his birthday? — After saying this, he keeps looking at his cell phone, and finding something he says. — I know... I can buy a new miniature car for your collection!
Thirasak/I scold you. — Wrong!
He turns around, looks at me and asks.
— When did you arrive? Have you been there long?
— As soon as you start talking! — I answer and sit down next to him. — I don't want a miniature car!
— What do you want?
— I want something that won't make you spend money! — I answer, I get even closer, he smiles, I reciprocate. I bring my hand up to his face, and caress it. — It can be something simple and make me happy!
— What? — he asks, holds my hand, and lightly brushes his lips over it.
— Could it be... You? — As soon as I ask, he smiles and continues kissing my hand until he reaches my index finger and takes it to his mouth. He tastes my finger as if it were a piece of candy, and this makes me a little disconcerted. I try not to face him, because I know that this could cause me to fall into temptation. I cannot get out of character, although I am in love with the man in front of me, the one who should feel something right now is Thirasak.
The text asks me to smile when I see him do this, but I can't face him, I just run the tip of my tongue over my lips, stare, and withdraw my gaze. I feel an arousal taking over my body. I can't get an erection here, I can't, get a grip, Nate!
— What is the problem? Are you nervous? — he asks, and if I'm not mistaken, what he says was not in the script.
— No, it's okay!
— Tell me what you want, baby! — he uses the honeyed tone of voice that always makes me uneasy. Will you want to play with me on camera? Is that it? — Do you like what I've done now?
He asks me, I stare at him, and his gaze seems to challenge me.
— Aren't you going to answer, Kitten?
— What do you ...
— Tell me what you want... I can give you anything!
This is definitely not in the script, and the director has not complained, which is a sign that he is enjoying the improvisation. I pull out his hand, which holds mine, and he stares at me in surprise; this is not in the script either.
— Keep talking like that... I'm going to kiss you, and take your breath away! — I say, and he looks at me with a debauched smile, and then I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss his mouth lightly. We stop the kiss, and he continues to look at me debauched. — Are you daring me? I will kiss you until you moan, and beg for more! — I say and push him away, he leans back on the sofa, I throw myself on top of him, and take his mouth once more.
Something done without any effort. Kissing my boyfriend is the best thing in the world, and getting paid to do it is a gift. With this, we say goodbye to our fictitious couple.












