Trip sent me a message about halfway through the afternoon.

"My place. 1900. Skip dessert."

I was intrigued.

"Trip?" I reached out, searching for the wall switch. A hand grabbed mine.

"Trust, remember Malcolm?" Trip's quiet voice halted my automatic fight response.

"Yes."

"Good." A hand ran over my cheek and a light kiss was dropped on my lips. "Strip."

I pause. "Okay." He stood beside me as I undressed, taking each item from me as I got it off. Then I stood there in the dark - naked. Waiting.

"I have a blindfold. Can I put it on you?" I was glad for the darkness; I felt my cheeks flush hot.

"Malcolm? You okay?"

I nodded, then realized he couldn't see me. "Yes, fine. Go ahead."

He covered my eyes with soft fabric and knotted it securely behind my head.

"There. That feel okay?"

"Yes."

"Good. Just let me turn up the lights a bit - there - now for your surprise. Come with me." He took my elbow and led me over to his bed. We just stood there for a moment.

"Damn, you're gorgeous like this," he whispered. "Gives me some other ideas." He kissed me again, harder and deeper this time. I opened my mouth and let our tongues get reacquainted. I reached out a hand and felt soft fabric instead of skin. A robe. His hand took mine and moved it away from him.

"Ah, ah, ah. No cheating." He moved me back against the bed and pressed me down to sit on it. "Stay there."

I heard him walking around, moving something. I heard clinking and other curiously familiar sounds that I just couldn't place. The mattress dipped as he sat down beside me.

"Scoot back some more, lean up against the wall," he said, helping me move back. He moved away from me for a moment. When he came back, he straddled my thighs and sat on my lap, facing me. Now he was naked, too. I was liking this surprise more and more.

"Trip?"

"Shhhh," he kissed me lightly, resisting my attempt to deepen it. "And no touching, keep your hands on the bed," he warned.

"And if I don't?" I hardly recognize my own voice.

"Mmmmm, then we'd have to address that. Later." Another kiss. "Now hush."

I felt something soft and cool run over my lips. I flicked my tongue out and tasted something sweet. I slid my tongue back out for another taste. Peach. I licked and reached out for a nibble. Trip trailed the fruit over my lips again, coating them with the sticky peach juice. The fruit was replaced by his tongue and he licked the juice from my mouth. The peach returned to my lips and this time he fed it to me. But now he held it between his teeth, not his fingers. I bit off small chunks until I reached Trip's lips. We kissed, sharing the taste of the fruit and each other. He repeated the process with another slice of peach. Then something a bit firmer. Rough, but soft as well. Sweet... a strawberry. I bit down into it and paused. Trip bit into the other side of the berry and we nibbled until our lips met and shared more kisses. Luscious, berry- flavored Trip kisses.

"Open." He tapped my lips with something else.

When I obediently did as he asked, he placed a small chunk of pineapple directly on my tongue.

"Mmmmmmm," I voiced my approval.

"Like that?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm."

"More?"

In response, I opened my mouth and waited. I was rewarded by several more chunks, interspersed with sticky, sweet kisses.

"Drink?"

I nodded, not wanting to break the spell. I heard a glass clink and anticipated the feel of it on my lips. But then I felt Trip's lips on mine, and I was startled to feel liquid flowing into my mouth. It was cold and sweet and I swallowed eagerly, pressing forward, wanting to deepen the kiss. But Trip pulled away and I groaned in frustration, my hands clenched and twisting in the sheets to keep from grabbing him.

"Stay with the program, love." His voice was rough. We shared more wine. And more kisses.

I felt his fingertip start tracing my lips; it was warm and I realized he was painting me with something. I licked. Chocolate. Warm, melted chocolate. His lips followed behind, licking up the rest.

"Mmmmmm..." I moaned more approval and when he painted my lips again, I closed my mouth over his finger, sucking and swirling my tongue around it until he pulled it back. I felt something hitting my skin, streaming over my lips and chin and throat. I tasted more chocolate and realized Trip was drizzling the melted chocolate over me. I groaned and arched forward into him as his mouth descended on me, licking and sucking my skin. The sensation of the warm chocolate cooling on my skin combined with the actions of his mouth sent me into sensory overload. I groaned again and reached my hands up behind Trip's head and grabbed his hair, pulling him in and kissing him hungrily, plunging my tongue into his mouth repeatedly until he managed pull my hands away.

"Don't make me have to tie you down," he growled. "Not this time, love. Now keep still."

"Triiiiip... " I moaned his name, but forced myself to relax back against the wall again.

I was rewarded by the feel of something very cold on my lips. I recognized it immediately. Ice cream. Pineapple ice cream. The stuff that Chef swears he doesn't have. But that Trip always seems able to come up with. He fed me several spoonfuls, licked me clean, then fed me some more. Another finger tapped on my lips. Soft, creamy, sweet, fluffy... whipped cream. I slurped his finger inside my mouth and continued sucking it even after the whipped cream was gone. Trip was the one who moaned this time. He removed his finger and returned with more whipped cream. We repeated this several times, then Trip's finger dabbed some whipped cream on my nose, my cheeks, my chin and finally covered my lips. He then proceeded to lick me clean with long drags of his tongue. It felt like some great tabby cat was having at me. I purred in contentment as he cleaned me up.

He handed me a glass. "Drink." I was disappointed with the glass, but did as he asked. It was more of the wine from earlier, although I decided it had tasted better before. I could tell Trip was having some as well and I rushed to finish, almost gulping it down.

"Not so fast, love," he chuckled at me. I snuck my hand up into my lap and caressed his erection. We were both immensely hard, but Trip pulled my hand away. "Soon baby, soon."

He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me against his chest, rubbing our hard cocks together for a moment, then laid me down gently on my back on the bed. Trip settled himself carefully on my hips, my erection nestled up under his butt. I heard a soft rattling sound, then an extremely cold sensation on my chest. I sucked in my breath at the shock, then my brain offered up its contribution. Ice. Trip traced a nipple with the ice cube and I shivered in reaction as it hardened immediately. He switched to the other side and got an identical reaction. He trailed it down my chest, across my ribs and down the center of my belly to my navel. I arched up under him, moaning and thrusting my hips into him.

"Whoa, easy there," Trip laughed, as he slid back to kneel between my legs. I began to tremble because I just knew where he was going with this. I heard the rattle again, then a warm hand ran over my hip, down the outside of my leg and back up my inner thigh, finally stopping to gently cup my balls. I was so caught up in the sensation of his warm stroking hand that the icy cold tongue on the tip of my cock startled me. I shouted and bucked my hips up, with the unintended effect of thrusting my cock deeper into Trip's mouth. He backed off , but forgot about the ice he still had in his other hand as he brought it up to hold onto my cock as he pulled his mouth off me. The searing heat of Trip's mouth, the shocking coldness of the ice and the evening's delicious torment all coalesced in that instant and I felt my orgasm slam over me. I was cursing and thrashing and howling Trip's name as I came harder than I could ever remember.

I flopped back onto the bed, exhausted. I could hear Trip cursing and laughing at the same time. I ripped the blindfold off my head and looked in his direction. He had the sheet in his hands and he was using it to wipe off his eyes and face. It took a second for me to realize what had happened.

"Oh bloody, fucking hell, Trip! I am so sorry..." I sat up, intending to help him wipe the semen off his face. He waved me away and I could see that he was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face.

"God damn, Malcolm, when you let yourself go, you really let yourself go!"

I was miserably wishing I could disappear like some damned Suliban when his laughter became contagious. He was almost rolling off the bed onto the floor and my own lips started to twitch. But I couldn't laugh, I just couldn't. Not after blowing my cum all over his face like that. It would be... uncivilized. But I couldn't stop it, and we fell onto each other, convulsed with laughter. It took a few minutes for us both to calm down.

We were wiping up the tears and taking big shuddering breaths when I noticed Trip's erection waving at me. The evil smirk on my face should have warned him, but Trip didn't sense his peril until I had him laid out flat on his back underneath me.

"My turn, I think. Reparations and all," I growled at him, then leaned down to lick his face. When I pulled back, his hungry expression sent a chill down my spine. I licked my lips and smirked at him. His eyes got very wide.

As Trip watched, I picked up a chip of ice, put it in my mouth and sucked until my mouth was nice and cold. I told him to roll over so that he was on his stomach, face down on the bed. He gave me a quizzical look, but obeyed, rolling over on the mattress. He put his hands over his head and grabbed hold of the edge of the bed. I didn't need to tell him to do that. He guessed without my help that he'd need something to hold onto in short order.

For a few lust-filled seconds, I paused to observe Trip's delicious body. He's a bit taller than I and well-built, with honey blonde hair that I love to run my fingers through. But right now, I wasn't concerned with his attractive face, that elegant nose or the toned muscles shifting across his back. No, where I wanted to spend some time was with his lower region; the twin mounds of his firm, round ass.

As I admired Trip, I gently played my fingertips along his ass cheeks until he moaned. It was obvious to me that he didn't know what I was going to do next, and that slight apprehension was extremely arousing to him. I let him wonder for a few moments longer because I could tell that what he didn't know was making him even harder. Finally, I gently cupped his cheeks in my hands and spread them wide apart, exposing his small pink opening. I felt myself began to get hard again. I wet the tip of my pinkie and tickled the rim, skating my cool fingertip around and around. Trip moaned and shifted on the bed as I parted his cheeks as wide as I could. Then I bent down, and with my still-icy tongue in a point, ran it around his tiny rosebud.

"Oh fuck, that's cold," he said.

"But you like it?" I asked as I reached for another ice chip.

In response, Trip groaned and lifted his hips off the bed. I sucked on a piece of ice until it nearly froze the tip of my tongue, then resumed my oral activities. I continued flicking my tongue over his quivering asshole as he groaned and trembled and clutched the bed a little more tightly.

"That is so fucking dirty," Trip said into the pillow. "Don't stop."

I wasn't about to stop. Instead, I slipped one hand under his hips and held onto his shaft, stroking it firmly while I pressed my face deeper between his cheeks. I could feel the head of his cock getting wet, his pre-cum making it slick and difficult to keep a hold on . As I pumped Trip's dick, I traced designs over his asshole with my tongue. But I could tell it wasn't enough, he wanted more.

Moving back, I wet two of my fingers in my mouth and slowly pushed them into his ass. With one hand, I kept his cheeks spread wide. Then I started gently fucking him with my hand, plunging in deep and withdrawing. Trip helped, humping the mattress, and I finger-fucked him until he simply couldn't take the sensations any more. Well, that was what I thought. As he approached his limit, I put a third finger into him. I was so turned on, I let go of Trip's cock and stroked myself with my free hand.

I felt something hit my knee and saw the lube that Trip had tossed at me. He looked back at me and shifted up onto his hands and knees to offer me his ass. I hastened to accept the invitation. I coated my dick with the lube and slathered some on him as well. When I pressed my cock into his asshole, he immediately pushed back against me. His ass sucked my dick deep inside his tight warmth. As soon as I was embedded all the way inside him, Trip began moving his ass back and forth and from side to side. It was like he was fucking himself with my cock. I just held onto his hips and enjoyed the ride. As the inevitable eruption built up in me, I took over and began to fuck him more forcefully. It didn't matter to Trip, he could play that way, too. He was slamming his ass backward as I was driving my hips forward and we were both grunting as we crashed hard into each other. I began to shudder violently and gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, shouting out his name as I spilled myself into him. Trip howled out his own pleasure, spraying the bed sheets with his release.

I collapsed onto Trip's back as he flopped forward, turning his body slightly so we were spooned up against each other. We lay quietly for a while, recovering our senses, gently stroking and kissing. Trip soon turned over so that we were face to face. I traced his features with a fingertip while he ran a hand through my hair.

"I'm sorry I ruined your plan for the evening. I quite enjoyed myself." Trip grinned at me in amusement.

"Yeah, I noticed. And ya know, I'm pretty satisfied with where we ended up."

I was still horrified at what happened and he knew it. "Trip, I'm..."

"Malcolm," he interrupted me firmly. "Don't obsess. Shit happens. Hell, I'm kinda flattered that you could let yourself go so... " he paused, searching for a word.

"Unexpectedly?" I offered. He smiled at me, shook his head and winked, tapping my nose lightly.

"Explosively."