This section contains sex between two consenting adult males. You've been warned, but shoot, it's not like you click these things on accident, now, do you? Enjoy, and all comments are welcome to niftyshellshock@yahoo.com, or my AIM, ManJuice57
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Part II When I woke up the next morning, I was expecting to wake up into my one-room flat, surrounded by old newspapers, and the TV on. But I didn't. Instead I woke up, next to a tall, handsome, and muscular man, and we were both in our birthday suits. Then I remembered what had happened the night before. After retelling the story of my first time to Clark, he had removed his bathrobe and I followed suit. We were both painfully erect. There was little else said after that. I had knelt down and begun giving the man my second blowjob. It was challenging at first, as his cock managed to tickle the back of my throat. "Just pretend it's a piece of candy, use your teeth lightly." I obeyed, and then developed quite an easy rhythm. I must have sucked his erect cock for at least ten minutes. His hands were gently guiding my head as he face-fucked me, and soon enough, he grunted, and released himself in me. I looked up, and then gulped the seed. He then embraced me, and led me by the hand to his bedroom. He laid me down, and then held me in his arms. As if by magic, all he had to do was gently place his hand on my own stiff cock, and I erupted upwards. That was last night. I still couldn't believe it. I looked down, and saw that he had woken up with an erection. I hesitated some, but then I grabbed his tool in my hand and started stroking him. And then, as if the rubbing motion was magnetizing my own desires, I went down on him again. As he released himself on me, again, I looked up and saw that he was smiling. I crawled back up next to him, surprised. "You're awake?" He laughed. I'm a marine, we sleep with one eye open, always. This was a test." "A test?" "Yeah, all your initial inhibitions are gone now. Now, are you up for a brief morning run?" After going on a brief run around his house, with nothing on, exercising in the way of the Greeks, we came back and showered quickly. Strangely enough, nothing went on in the shower, where we were both within close proximity of each other. We actually talked about our hobbies. "What do you do for recreation?" he asked me. "You mean, aside from writing and being hired to sleep with a man?" He chuckled. "Yeah, aside from that." "I guess games always distracted me when I was not working. Playing tennis, or more placidly, chess and videogames." "Another chess player, eh? What say after breakfast, we have a little bit of both mental and physical exercise?" I shrugged. "Sure." It was difficult at first, but I had finally gotten used to walking around in nothing but boxers. I also had gotten used to seeing Clark's bulging package. After watching television for awhile, he challenged me to a game of chess. After half an hour playing, I thought I had the game in my pocket, but I was proven wrong. Every move that I had made was all part of a larger scheme to take my queen and king from under my feet. "Checkmate." He said proudly. Resigned, I toppled my king. "Maybe I can do better in whatever physical activity you had planned." Again, I was wrong. I followed him to the living room, where he had pushed the coffee table aside and placed a large mat. As he approached it, he removed his boxers, and stepped into the middle of the mat. I followed suit. He looked up and down, and then set himself into position. "Let's wrestle." I laughed. "Yeah, an ex-marine. Right." He didn't move. "You need more confidence in yourself." I sighed, and then got myself into position. Maybe I couldn't take him down, but I was going to give him one hell of a fight. I wasn't entirely a weakling, I was fit, and I had a black belt in aikido, but it was tough putting that up against this iron man. For every grapple, he had an own counter grapple. He was deftly avoiding whatever I was throwing at him. Deciding to risk it all in one move, I crouched and then leaped at him, but he caught me, and then threw me down on the mat, pinning me with his hands. And then unexpectedly, he began kissing me. For a minute I struggled, then I gave in, and we both began playing with our tongues. Then he started rubbing his cock against mine. Our mouths separated. "This is frotting," he said, as if he was talking about the weather. "We rub our genitalia together and orgasm like this. Nude wrestlers in Greece did it like this." I could only nod as his shaft rubbed against mine up and down. We went back to kissing passionately, and sure enough, that frotting thing did work, for I was exploding within a few minutes. But I wasn't done, after a few minutes, I was ready again, and this time, no pinning down was required. I placed my arms around his back and let him grind against me. "I can't believe they're paying me to do this!" I said, between kisses. He just smiled and continued frotting. We came, again, exploding in our stomachs. He stood up, and I saw a wet patch where my cum had landed. Kneeling, I licked that area clean and took him in my mouth, feeling his cock harden as I gulped his meat in. My free hand played with his balls, and he put his hands on my head to guide my in, but that wasn't necessary anymore, as I knew what to do, and then some more. I even opened the back of my throat, and sucked him as if I was eating a rather long...and erotic, banana. His only warning was a small, barely audible grunt, and I was swalloing his seed again. We showered again, and the rest of the day was normal. I wondered out loud if I should get started on my research. "Let's wait until the thing is complete, it'll be better that way." So we ended up just sitting on the couch, watching television. "You know, this is strange." I said. "I still like girls. Yet this is so fun!" "Yeah, it gets to be like that, but let me tell you something...the fun is just beginning."