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I as walk into the room, I see him sitting on the couch. He's watching something on TV, I don't know what. It doesn't matter. We each know what the other wants, and it's not something on the TV.
Standing in front of him, I look him in the eye. My hands slide over my clothes, feeling my body underneath. Sliding own and then up my stomach, stopping on my nipples. Tweaking them and pinching them through my shirt. I've never done this before, not for anybody else.
He starts to shift and squirm a bit in his seat as he thinks about what I must be feeling and why I must be feeling it. My eyes start to roam across his body the way my hands are roaming across my own. His strong arms disappearing into the sleeves of his shirt. I know what those arms feel like wrapped around my body, pulling me in. I think about the last time we were in bed together, and the way those arms felt, strongly sliding across my bare back. I think about our naked chests pressing into each other, as we kissed and slurped and slid our bodies together. My mind drifts to the way our cocks felt in the moment as they rubbed and tangled together.
Back in the moment, my eyes linger and stare over his body as my tongue darts between my lips. There's no doubt what's in my head. He knows what I'm feeling. What I'm thinking.
My eyes drift downward to his waist, and then below. As many times as I've furtively glanced at another man's crotch, now I stare. I stare at the shape of the cloth between his legs, thinking about where his pants end and where he begins. I almost approach him. I almost start pulling those pants down. I almost start replaying what's flashing through my head.
But this is a different moment.
I start taking my shirt off. In front of him. Pealing it off, I reveal myself to him. Strengths and weaknesses revealed. Willingly. I caress my newly bare skin, as he adjusts himself. My pants tented out, I feel the way my skin feels against my hands... where it gives way and where it resists. Sliding my hands over my body, he knows I'm doing it for him and that I'm thinking of it being his hands. When, lips parted, I pinch my bare nipples again, he knows I'm thinking it's him.
Looking him in the eye, my hands drift down to my pants, feeling my legs before I grab my genitals through the fabric. Blatant and obvious, I make my hardness and my arousal visible to him. He squirms some more.
Eyes locked on his, I start to pull down my pants. His eyes following them down, he starts to see more and more of what I'm wanting him to see. The skin below my waist, the top of my hips, the hair around my still-hidden shaft. Waistband pulled out, I reach in for a moment to cup my hidden balls, and feel my shaft, hard and unyielding. His hand drifts to his own crotch, as I pull my pants down the rest of the way, dropping them to the floor, as my erection springs back up. He's seen it before, but this is almost like the first time, repeated. My balls below my pink, brown shaft standing proudly over them. The slit at the end, almost gaped and glistening with revealed arousal. The hair, rooting the base. All purposely revealed.
Grasping my shaft, I stroke it for him, sliding the skin up and down the hard shaft. The slippery slide over the hardness, hand back and forth in a combination of self-stimulation and exhibited feeling.
A private moment, shared. Cupping my balls with my other hand, I pull them up toward the shaft, to where they press into my stroking hand, tight and full. I slide my hand further further down and between my legs, pressing at the skin between my balls and what lies behind. He's been there too, and I'm sure it's on his mind, as my finger drifts even more rearward, pressing at my asshole, probing the ridged ring.
Before continuing, I kneel on the carpet before him, stroking all the while. A glob of spit on my hand, and my shaft glistens with the slippery slickness. I turn around, still on my knees, to where he can see my back, and my bare ass below. Looking over my shoulder, I see him starting to pull his pants down. But that's not what this is about, and a shake of my head has him sitting back down.
Bending over, my ass parts for him as I settle onto my hands and knees. I've been in this position before, with his cock in my ass, pounding his cum inside of me. We're both thinking about that, I know, as my hand slides back behind my cock, and teases my hole again. One finger pops in, and slides in and out. And then another, as I manipulate my body. There's no doubt about what I'm thinking and what I'm saying with these actions.
A moment later, I get back on my knees and turn around facing him. I take the fingers that had been inside my ass, where he's been before, and smell them. And suck them. Eyes locked, I push some saliva into my free hand and bring it down to my furiously purple erection, flared and glistening with precum and spit and sweat. There's nothing subtle about my pumping and stroking as my hand roves over my body. I watch as he looks at what I'm doing to myself. His lips parting as his eyes rove over my skin.
I've spent so much time over the years hiding myself or feeling somehow undesirable that it's earth shaking to feel known, wanted, and desired. And it's this thought that drives me over the edge. He sees it too. He sees it happening to me, as I fight off the onset of orgasm, trying to will this moment to last longer. My bare chest starts to flush red as it begins, and he takes his eyes off my body for moment, locking eyes as it finally sweeps me over fully. We both miss it, but even before that first wave, rivulets of thin, clear precum stream out of my slit onto the floor. My legs buckle beneath me as the orgasm hits in earnest, and I sit on my heals, legs spread eagle in front. One hand pumping my cock and the other holding me up, the first white ropey stream of semen squirts out of my shaft, spanning the few feet between us and landing on his leg. Shuddering moans accompany the waves of pleasure and cum overcoming my body. He looks even taken aback with the spectacle as spattered cum covers the floor between us and dribbles down my shaft. Eyes closing, I collapse onto the floor, feeling my wetness spread out beneath me. He looks at me and my body beneath him, and slowly comes down to lie beside me, pressing himself into my body.
The spooning lasts all of about thirty seconds. In my daze on the floor, I feel him pulling away from me. I hear the rustle of clothes coming off, and feel his nakedness press into mine. With a smiling smirk, I feel his cock press into my backside, and roll over onto my stomach, feeling my wetness on the floor press into my chest. Straddling me, his weight presses me into the floor as his cock parts my ass and slides along the hole it's known before. We both know he doesn't need to wait to hear it, but I press my ass back into him, inviting and alluring. I've fucked him before, but now it's time for him to fuck me.
I feel him reach down, and adjust his slick moist cock so the tip is pressing at my hole. With a grunt and a thrust, he pops it in, distending me. He's tender with his pressure, but insistent nonetheless as he pushes in. Pulling out almost all the way, he thrusts in further this time, letting me feel his cock slide in and out of my asshole and places further within. With a little soreness at first, I accommodate his bulk inside me and his weight on me as he fucks me in the ass with increasing urgency. Grunting in my ear, he gets himself closer to cumming, bringing me further along with him. Now sliding his entire length in and out of me, I'm overwhelmed again as he starts to cum, pressing his naked body into mine and pressing his cock inside me. As he shudders and convulses in his orgasm I feel his cock twitching through my asshole and innards. Breathy and gasping in my ear, I hear how he reacts even as his body is squirting its cum inside me again and again. Slowly, he comes down off his high, and settles into me as we curl up on the floor, now more on our sides.
Drifting off to sleep, I thought about we must look like together. Naked men, together on the floor, and pressed together into spoons. Look closer and you'd see his softening shaft disappearing between the cheeks of my bare ass and through the tight hole in the middle. Glistening, my ass and his cock blended together into a single flesh, coated with cum and spit and lube and fine hair. His balls hung low, close enough to press into my ass, as his arms wrapped around me. He pulled me in and I pushed toward him together. Drifting off into sleep, the setting sun revealed a growing peace and the quiet of a still, calm night.