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Breathing.
Inhaling his sweet scent.
I stroke his sweat-soaked face with my fingers.
He exhales slowly, heating my face.
My fingers are moistened with his sweat.
I bring them to my mouth, licking them slowly,
Tasting his salty residues
Of masculine activity.
He holds me close.
He caresses my face gently with his fingers.
His fingers are thick, and taste of his sweat
Mixed with grass, and something else.
He runs his thumb against my nose,
And strokes my cheek.
I close my eyes and pull him closer.
I let his fingers caress and I kiss his cheek.
His skin is firm, and surprisingly cool.
He responds with his papaya pulp of a kiss
On my tender lips.
I take a peek.
His eyes are closed.
His nose brushes mine as we break away from our kiss.
He smiles.
Our foreheads brush gently as we kiss again.
Our lips meet, time seems to stop
For a second time.
His lips part slightly, and I feel his tongue
Brushing against my lips.
I gladly open them, allowing my tongue
To greet his.
It isn’t forceful.
Our tongues gently mingle with each other,
Occasionally wandering off to explore
Each other’s hot mouth.
It makes me content
To know that he is willing to share
His mouth, his tongue, his saliva
With me.
And I am just as willing.
We break away once more.
He breathes, but his hands are still on my arms.
I stare into his intense dark eyes,
Eyes which I fell into on that summer day.
I reach out and place my hands on his chest.
He smiles.
I glance down at his pants.
The bulge is visible.
So is mine.
They would be free soon.
I avert my eyes back to his face.
A sheepish grin greets me.
Both of us know that neither of us are ashamed.
I touch my lips to his again, briefly.
I let my tongue go on its own.
I lick his cheeks and chin,
His five o’clock shadow rubbing
Against my lips
Like gritty sandpaper.
He throws his head back
While my penis is screaming to get out.
I lick his neck
And travel a bit further down
To taste the top of his chest
And the very faint fur which sprouted there.
He hugs me closer
And kisses my cheek.
Our erect penises press against each other.
One of us is panting.
Or maybe it’s the both of us.
It doesn’t really matter.
I rest my head on his shoulder
As he nibbles my ear, very gently.
I kiss his neck.
There’s a lot of kissing going on.
We don’t mind.
I reach up to his shirt
And unbutton it slowly.
I’ve seen his chest many times before,
But each time I took off his shirt for him,
It was a new experience.
It was as if I had found a new place to lick to please him,
Or a new faint hair that had sprouted on his chest.
But it was always something I looked forward to.
I pull off his shirt from his still-sweaty shoulders
And let it drop to the ground.
His torso makes my mouth water, as usual.
I lean forward and taste his nipple.
He smiles again, and runs a hand through my hair,
Like a kind father would do to his son.
He’s not much older than me,
But sometimes I like gentle domination.
His hand continues to stroke my hair,
While his other hand undoes the buttons on my shirt.
His thick, strong fingers
Have a little trouble with the small buttons,
But his desire for me takes over
And my shirt crumples to the ground.
His breathing grows heavier.
With each breath he takes,
My penis almost trembles.
We are both visibly shaking with excitement.
He kisses my neck and licks my shoulder.
I rest my head on his.
Our bare torsos rub against each other,
And I feel his pecs hardening little by little.
I love the feeling of his chest pressing against mine
Without a shirt between us.
I kiss his cheek.
I know he is going to want more than just kisses.
He gently pushes my shoulders down
So that I’m down on my knees.
He holds my head with his hands
And draws me closer to his crotch.
But first, I move back up.
I kiss his belly and lick
The remainder of his chest.
I kneel back down
And bury my face in his crotch.
I feel his erect penis through his pants.
I can feel the heat from it, his desire.
My desire.
I undo his belt, and unzip his pants slowly.
His hands are still holding onto my head.
One of them ventures down my bare back
And massages it slowly.
I pull down his pants
And he willingly steps out of them.
Only his boxers are in my way now.
I grasp the elastic waistband
And pull them down,
Unable to contain my inner fire.
His stiff penis is finally free.
He sighs a little, almost inaudible.
He wants me to go on.
He places his hand behind my head
And guides me to his manhood.
His manhood, which he chose to share
With me, and not with someone
Of the opposite sex.
His stiff penis enters my open mouth.
I try hard not to choke on it
As he strokes my hair ever so gently.
The warmth of his rod excites me to no end.
I bathe it with my saliva,
Caressing it with my tongue.
I know I’ll be able to taste his semen
Very soon.
He breathes heavily,
Making my body quiver,
As he maneuvers my head
So I can give him the utmost pleasure.
He moans softly, then louder
As I place my sweaty hands on his buttocks
And massage them.
Every now and then I run a finger
In between the beautiful globes.
He groans with pleasure
And his knees almost buckle,
But he holds my head tightly to steady himself.
He pushes me closer towards his body,
Forcing his penis further down my hot throat.
I continue to suck,
Like an infant sucking on his mother’s nipples
In hopes of getting some seed.
My fingers wander towards his testicles,
And he shudders as I gently squeeze them.
My nose is buried in his crotch,
And his hairs tickle my face.
The musky scent of manhood envelopes me
As I continue to drive his pole down my throat.
I feel him tightening up,
His testicles are drawing closer,
And I can see him gritting his teeth
Even though my eyes are closed.
In a split second, it happens.
His penis pulsates like mad,
Spewing his thick, warm semen down my eager throat.
I hold it in my mouth briefly,
Then swallow it down,
Grateful for his manly fluid.
I stagger and open my eyes
As he helps me to my feet.
He looks into my eyes and smiles.
I smile back.
We draw closer together and we kiss.
His tongue scours my mouth for remains
Of his hot semen.
He’s in luck.
I’ve left a small bit for him.
He draws it into his mouth
And swallows.
He kisses me again.
We’re silent for a minute
As his semen churns in my stomach.
He opens his mouth.
"Now it’s my turn," he whispers.
I smile as he gets down on his knees.
Only one word can describe this.
Love.
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