7. sinfulslasher The one where Gibbs finds an old gay porn featuring The Italian Stallion Tonio (whether or not it's really Tony is up to you)
Gibbs hadn’t minded helping Tony pack up his place, and even though Tony was away for a evening with the guys—one of his Baltimore PD buddies was getting married—he ended up at DiNozzo’s place. The sooner they got the stuff moved, the sooner he’d be able to have Tony at his place 24/7.
The clothes had all been moved over, most of the DVDs, the big screen TV, even the CDs. There were just boxes of old mementoes, video tapes that Tony had put on DVD already, trophies, things like that. Gibbs could put together a few boxes and bring ‘em over.
Gibbs ran across a couple of video tapes that were marked “important” and “Tonio.” He glanced at the small Tv/VHS combo hat Tony hadn’t been interested in moving, Gibbs’ curiosity piqued.
He popped the tape in and turned the TV on, glad that this was a fairly unsophisticated setup. Gibbs settled on the bed, and watched as professional—though cheesy—credits started running. The soundtrack was embarrassingly cliché and he watched—shocked and a little turned on—as the most perfect ass made its way across his screen. The guy was tanned and muscular and…
When he turned, Gibbs couldn’t hide his groan. Those green eyes and flashing smile were all his boy, even if a college-age Tony’s chest was shaved smooth and he was gleaming with baby oil.
Now this was more like it!
Gibbs settled in to watch, his hand drifting to his hard cock.
Hours later, after several thorough watchings and jack-off sessions, Gibbs became aware of his cell phone ringing. He flipped it open, trying to concentrate, trying to focus on something—anything.
“I’m on the way home, Gibbs. Need me to pick up anything?” Tony asked, his voice warm and affectionate in Gibbs’ ear.
“Just some baby oil, Tonio,” Gibbs replied, grinning at his lover on screen.
“Tonio?” DiNozzo asked, his voice a full octave higher, approaching two.
“Yeah, Italian Stallion. Your place. I’m waiting.”
Italian Stallion
Gibbs hadn’t minded helping Tony pack up his place, and even though Tony was away for a evening with the guys—one of his Baltimore PD buddies was getting married—he ended up at DiNozzo’s place. The sooner they got the stuff moved, the sooner he’d be able to have Tony at his place 24/7.
The clothes had all been moved over, most of the DVDs, the big screen TV, even the CDs. There were just boxes of old mementoes, video tapes that Tony had put on DVD already, trophies, things like that. Gibbs could put together a few boxes and bring ‘em over.
Gibbs ran across a couple of video tapes that were marked “important” and “Tonio.” He glanced at the small Tv/VHS combo hat Tony hadn’t been interested in moving, Gibbs’ curiosity piqued.
He popped the tape in and turned the TV on, glad that this was a fairly unsophisticated setup. Gibbs settled on the bed, and watched as professional—though cheesy—credits started running. The soundtrack was embarrassingly cliché and he watched—shocked and a little turned on—as the most perfect ass made its way across his screen. The guy was tanned and muscular and…
When he turned, Gibbs couldn’t hide his groan. Those green eyes and flashing smile were all his boy, even if a college-age Tony’s chest was shaved smooth and he was gleaming with baby oil.
Now this was more like it!
Gibbs settled in to watch, his hand drifting to his hard cock.
Hours later, after several thorough watchings and jack-off sessions, Gibbs became aware of his cell phone ringing. He flipped it open, trying to concentrate, trying to focus on something—anything.
“I’m on the way home, Gibbs. Need me to pick up anything?” Tony asked, his voice warm and affectionate in Gibbs’ ear.
“Just some baby oil, Tonio,” Gibbs replied, grinning at his lover on screen.
“Tonio?” DiNozzo asked, his voice a full octave higher, approaching two.
“Yeah, Italian Stallion. Your place. I’m waiting.”
“I’m fucked, aren’t it?”
“Gonna be.”