A quarrel or a trip to Akarmara

I lived alone. In my Moscow apartment, not far from the center. It was a one-room apartment, I didn't need much. The hallway, kitchen and living room were combined. Bathroom and bedroom were separate. I woke up at 11 a.m. The bright summer sun was shining outside the window. After stretching, I got up and headed to the bathtub to do my water routine. When I was done with that, I went to the kitchen to have breakfast. I made sandwiches as usual and wanted to make coffee. I turned on the coffee maker, poured milk and water, and added the coffee. Suddenly it started making strange noises. It shut off in a flash. - Oh, shit. Well, get to work. - I swore and slammed my fist on the lid. - I'll have to call a specialist. I went to my room to get the phone and dialed the number of a company. - Hello.

- Hello, what do you want?

- My coffee machine is broken. Can you please send someone over to take a look at it?

- Okay. Give me the address.

- *address*

- Someone will be there within the hour. Stand by.

- Okay. Thank you, goodbye. I didn't want to stay hungry, so I put the kettle on to boil. While it was boiling, I took out the brew and put in a couple of spoonfuls of sarah. After a while, the kettle clicked off. I poured the boiling water into a mug and waited for the tea to brew. Then I went to the table, opened my VK feed and started to leaf through it, eating a sandwich and drinking tea. It was quite hot, even though I wasn't wearing a T-shirt and only shorts. I had to open the window. Finished with breakfast, I washed the dishes and went to the couch to wait for the assistant. I didn't have to wait long. In about 15 minutes. In front of me stood a tall man, about 25 years old, in a T-shirt and pants. His cheeks flushed a little. — Hello, are you from the company? — Oh, uh, yeah. Just couldn't you put on a T-shirt, otherwise it's wrong to meet guests in this form. — Oh, I'm sorry. I was ready to burn with shame. But he still went into the room and threw on a light T-shirt, and the man went into the kitchen. — So, uh, what's your name? — My name is Emil. And you? — Dmitry. Nice to meet you. So what's wrong with you? — Coffee maker. I decided to make coffee, but she started making strange noises. — Yeah, I see. Maybe something is stuck inside. We need to disassemble and see. — Okay. I sat on the hardware next to it to watch the process. Dima began to disassemble the coffee maker. He got to the insides, the wires. He began to examine what had happened there. I also looked a little. After 1.5 hours, Dima finished and put everything back. — That's it, now it won't have to break. - thanks. Maybe some tea. In gratitude for the work. — Well, I probably won't refuse. It was still the only order to date. Don't touch the coffee maker yet. Try it tomorrow. — great. Tomorrow, so tomorrow. Which one do you like — black or green? — Let's go green. — Yeah. I poured us both a mug of green tea and sandwiches. After that, we told a lot about each other. It turned out that we have a lot in common. When we finished, I went to wash the dishes. It seemed to me that Dima was looking at me strangely. But I didn't pay much attention to it. Turning to the sink, I turned on the water. Because of the noise of the water, I didn't hear Dima coming up from behind. No further from Emil's face. Dima quietly approached Emil from behind. He picked up Imanov and sat him facing him on the countertop. — Dima, what are you doing? — Emik, you are so beautiful and cute. When you met me on the doorstep without a T-shirt, you turned me on a little. Now you will be responsible for this. — Okay. Just let me turn off the water. Emil turned off the water. — Now you can continue. Dima covered Emil's lips with his own. They merged into a single kiss, passionate and so desirable. Their tongues merged into a single dance. When there was not enough air, they came off. Dima took off Emil's T-shirt and threw it somewhere into the unknown. He started kissing her neck, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses and red marks. Emilka moaned a little from this. Dima moved on to the younger's nipples. He kissed the bead and bit it a little. — Mg~gah. Maslennikov was biting her off. Emil began to moan harder. The second nipple was waiting for the same pleasant fate. From these caresses, both were excited so that the penis was standing on a stake. But this nasty fabric was so in the way. Dima descended lower. And when he reached the shorts, he asked. — Maybe it's better on the sofa? — Come on. They moved to the sofa. Dima took off both of their shorts, so that both were only in boxers. Maslennikov began gently stroking and biting the excited member of Imanov. The same one was moaning sweetly. — Mh~x, Dima, stop torturing me. Take me already. — Ask in a different way. — Well, Daddy. Take your bad boy and fuck him to the fullest. — Whatever you say, my boy. Having freed each other from the tissue, the elder began to insert his finger into a narrow ring of muscles. Natural lubricant was enough, therefore, the rest of the fingers entered without problems. Having finished stretching, Maslennikov took out his fingers. A groan of indignation was heard from Emil. Substituting the penis to the prepared hole, carefully entered to the limit. Emil cried out a little with unusual sensations. — If it hurts, tell me. — Stop talking. Emik silenced Dima with a kiss. — good. Starting to move slowly, Emik moaned in Dima's ear. Then the pace went faster and faster. Emik could no longer restrain himself, moaning so loudly that all the neighbors knew about his entertainment. Dima liked it all and excited him more. — D~Dima~ ah, I~I b~ can't~y anymore. I'm going to cum right now! - no. Dima took the younger's penis by the base and drove only in this place, do not let the younger finish. When everything was coming to an end, Dima finished before he could get out, and Emil followed him, soiling his torso and Maslennikov's torso. — Mga~ah. Dima, that was cool. — yeah. — Now take a shower and relax. — good. They went to the shower, taking a change of clothes with them. Deciding that it was still possible to have fun, Dima put Emik on his knees in front of him. — My sweet boy. Give Daddy a blowjob. — Whatever you say, Daddy. Emik began to run his tongue along the entire length of the elder's leg, for which he received languid sighs and not strong moans from above. Emik began to accelerate. Dima put his hands in the soft and curly hair of the younger, give the pace. And after 15 minutes I finished. — Thank you, Emik. — Please, Daddy. They washed, changed clothes, cleaned up their effects in the living room and went to rest.