28 Różycki's Fantasies, Radosz's Anxiety

Or was he doing it more for himself, Różycki wondered.

Brylski was a very polite, obedient boy. He was innocent and sweet on the surface, but he had a certain stubbornness about him, a certain stubbornness that was incredibly attractive. When Różycki made some allusions to him, Brylski pretended that he did not understand and completely ignored him. However, his attitude has changed somewhat since then. Totally focused on work, completely obedient to the director, but only professionally.

It was an absolutely typical passive resistance on the part of Brylski and it drove Różycki insane. If this actor did not want to surrender to the director on all levels, Różycki would have to break this resistance. After all, it was not possible for anyone to oppose Różycki.

Jakub groaned painfully at the strong pressure from his lover's hand. The director smiled with satisfaction. This boy never put up any resistance. He was always incredibly eager. Różycki could do with him what he wanted and he did. Of course, he would repay him with pleasure and will repay him by removing Brylski from this series, but breaking this rebellious bastard Rafał Brylski, will be something more pleasant for the director than his lover could have imagined.

Różycki imagined that he had the body of Rafał Brylski under him. Slimmer, more bouncy than Jacub's. Wolak's delicate curves were wonderfully soft, but it would be nice to have someone with a different build beneath you, just for a change. Someone more masculine, more generously endowed by nature with masculine qualities. To have him not forever, but only for a change. Possess him, own him, make him your own. Maybe not exactly like a toy, but close enough. Crush him under the pressure of your body...

Różycki pushed his lover on the bed and, preparing to re-enter, squeezed his penis tighter.

“Ouch, it hurts!” Jakub suddenly groaned.

The young actor almost never complained, so Różycki got used to doing what he wanted with him. His objection today was… exciting. Would Brylski be so pitifully groaning under him?

“Stop… stop. Too hard!” asked Jakub Wolak and the director realized that play is fun, but it must also have its limits. After all, he did not want to spoil his pet. He relaxed his pressure on his lover's penis.

"Should I… stop everything?" He asked.

"No," Jacub shook his head charmingly. “Take me again. I'm ready.”

As proof of this, this little whore, who was Wolak, spread her legs in front of Różycki. She wrapped her arms around his neck more tightly.

“You really like it when I take you, don't you?” Asked Różycki, pleased with himself. “My sweet ass you.”

“Would I let you take me if I didn't like it?”

Różycki pointed his organ straight at Jakub's pink opening. As he was already in it today, the entry was easier, but Wolak's irritated tunnel brought him intense sensations faster. In the end, they had their warm-up and even the first half behind them.

"Oh…!" Jacub groaned with delight. Would Brylski groan in the same way when Różyckie entered him? Or maybe he would writhe under his director and plead for more... or for mercy.

Damn, what would this proud and reluctant candy taste like?

Różycki knew one thing for sure about men - they loved physical pleasure. If a guy said he'd never sleep with another guy, it was because he didn't yet understand what a wonderful pleasure he could have with him. A pleasure that will not be forgotten for the rest of his life...

Such pleasure can be provided by him, who has already counted dozens of asses of both women and men. There have always been people eager for a quick career in this industry. A few people were at home and a few abroad.

Różycki, moving inside Jakub Wolak and listening to his delightful moans, reached his hand to his penis. This time he was softer. One stroke, second, third… and sperm shot by Jakub shot into the director's stomach. Jakub, that little whore, always came so beautifully.

The older man pushed again and again. He had to come too. He had to cum in this wonderfully plump body, fantasizing that the next time he would cum in Rafał Brylski.

Oh yes yes! Rafał Brylski and his penis did not depart from Różycki's imagination, even when he kissed the lips of Jakub lying beneath him. This desire to have Brylski, this fantasy, was getting stronger and stronger in him and finally it became a resolution.

Getting inside Wolak, Różycki knew that he would soon sow his sperm in Brylski.

***

Damian already knew that he had heard something. He could clearly recognize the sound of a painful groan coming from behind the wall - or through the open balcony door - as if someone was struggling with pain. It could not be anyone but Rafał Brylski.

Damian sprang to his feet immediately. Did something happen to Brylski? Had any injury not been detected in the hospital, and it was now getting worse? Or maybe before Radosz saw the final result of the clash with the teenage attackers, Rafał received a serious blow, which he hid from him, and now he was suffering its consequences?

Radosz reached for the phone to call his neighbor. He dialed the number, but the subscriber was outside network coverage. An ugly curse escaped from Damian's lips. After all, Brylski was literally behind the wall! Either he turned off the phone on purpose, or he forgot and let battery discharge. If not by phone, Radosz will have to contact him directly. He started towards the door, but realized that banging on it with his fists could wake up half the hotel.

Damian looked back at the balcony door. Without even thinking about wearing slippers, he hurried in that direction.

The night was indeed cool and enveloped him immediately, and Radosz did not pay attention to it. He leaned out of his balcony and saw that Brylski's balcony door was also open. It was dark inside.

“Rafał, are you okay?!” He exclaimed in a slightly hushed voice. After all, he will not be screaming for the entire neighborhood to hear him. “Rafał!”

There was a silence that disturbed him even more. Did Brylski pass out?

“Rafał!” This time Damian called a little louder.

Silence.

Maybe if he hit the glass with something small, a pebble?

Radosz backed away and looked around the room but found nothing that would make a little noise and cause no harm in the form of broken glass. Unless the slipper...

If there is nothing better, a slipper can be. Damian didn't wait, leaned over the balcony again, took aim and threw. The slipper hit the balcony door with a soft click. No answer. Radosz cursed again. He was really afraid that Brylski had passed out. Perhaps, rolling down the roof, he hit his head and caused some contusion of the brain, too small for a medical examination to show, but such bruises and bumps grew...

There was no way out. Damian couldn't risk his neighbor dying in the middle of the night because he didn't receive medical attention on time. And since Radosz was already on the balcony, literally a step from the balcony leading to Brylski's room, it will be easier to get to him and check if everything is okay. Damian climbed onto the balcony railing and, holding on to the partition wall, stood on the railing. Carefully, as his own life was also nice to him, he extended his leg to Brylki's balcony and shifted the weight of his body. He was almost inside when he suddenly saw the figure standing in front of him.

“What are you doing?” Rafał asked coolly.

Damian was so surprised that he stepped back instinctively, losing his balance...