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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
FoR ThE MaN WHo HaS EVeRyTHiNG 04 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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It was `now or never', Jason's thoughts ran through his mind and because Jason was drunk with emotion, his boiling nads won out, placing an arm over Michael's bicep, biting his lip in anticipation of the palm of his hand touching his first taste of chest fur.
"Oo-hh," Jason sighed, like the opposite was true, a guy touching his hairy chest, with the beginnings of running those fingers through each hairy fiber.
Once he had touched fur, Jason lost resistance, his hand feeling the curves of Michael's tight pecs, the tiny nubs affixed to each.
With fingertips his vehicle, he slid down the thin trail line, till his pinky fell in'! So driven, he didn't stop there. With talk of bellyholes' and navels', he had an insatiable desire to find out how deep Michael's bellyhole', sensing comedic reaction, but doesn't let his humor linger, his index finger in a poking position. Not even thinking about it now, he slides his digit in.
Again, as with his palm touching man-hair for the first time, he sighs, "Oo-ohh," like a sensual hand touched him!
Then he went crazy and it wasn't only towards the front of Michael's bod, Jason's finger skating around the lip of Michael's bellyhole, but the sensation Jason was feeling in his crotch.
His hand slipped down Michael's bod further and he giggled, feeling coffee grinds!
It caused a pause, Jason hesitating. He had a strong desire to move his hand under the elastic of Michael's boxer briefs, but wasn't sure if this were permissible.' With rash decision, he thinks it best to ask.'
"Michael?" He shakes Michael's shoulder back and forth as if it were `the big one.'
"Wha-a-a...." Michael more groaned out the words.
He was not very successful, less successful at keeping Michael situated on his side.
Michael, wanting to apparently gain more comfort, had fallen over on his stomach.
To keep Michael's bod from dropping over the edge of the bed, Jason was dragged on top of him.
This was not good for the fact Jason completely lost balance, falling beyond Michael's stretched out physique. One satisfaction, he quickly thought about, the front of his bod was pressed against that hot back he had admired back at the office.
A split second later, Jason's back was flat against the carpeting, Michael lying on top of him!
"What happened?" Michael seemed to jettison awake. He felt the floor to his sides, realizing his back wasn't touching it!
Talking gibberish, because the back of Michael's head was `suffocating' Jason's face, he says, "You're on top of me, Michael!"
Recognizing the voice, Michael does a fast flip over, his knees integrated with Jason's thighs, hands to the carpet, looking him in the face, "Is that you?"
Forget the past few minutes, his cock pressed against Michael's ass-line, roaming hands, bellyhole exploration and feeling up coffee grinds, Jason saying, "You were too drunk to take your clothes off, so I did it for you. Is that okay?"
The room was dimly lit, only by the next door neighbor's lights on in their house, illuminated through the miniblinds. On the floor, it shone like tiny stage lights. Still, Michael, startled awake, suddenly realizes he's on all fours and hovering over Jason, "You're naked?"
"Almost. I left our briefs on. I always sleep with my briefs on. You?"
It didn't take long for Michael's horny psyche to kick in. He knew if he got any harder, chances are his cock could fall out of the divide in his briefs, used to take a piss. However, the slender lights through the blinds show him enough, bridged over a beautiful mass of bod hair and even in the dark, could make out the luscious, pink pec spots.
In a sexy manner, Michael replies, "Looks like we'll have to do something about that!"
Jason hadn't a clue. Even though he was twenty-nine, he hadn't had an affair with a man, other than jerking off in front of the computer, or solo with thoughts of some hot, steamy affair dancing in his head.
"Oh my god!"
"What?" Michael says with concern, pressing up onto his knees which he had just relaxed. "What'd I do?"
"Nothing," Jason confesses. "It's just... It's the first time I ever felt a man's cock that close to my own cock!"
Michael smiles, which he doesn't think whether Jason can view it or not, but says of Jason's predicament, "You poor thing!" To throw some humor into it, possibly the lingering shots having something to do with it, "I was wondering something?"
"What?" Jason asks, his full attention on Michael.
"Would it be alright if I tongued you all the way from your neck down to your crotch," casually, "including your cock and balls and then flipped you over and ran my tongue along your asscrack?"
It was `a lot' for Jason to think about, but after the head to head crash of their cocks, it was enough stimulation to want more contact, "Sure."
Michael adds, "In the bed?"
They both stood.
"Sit," Michael tells Jason, patting a place on the side of the bed.
Jason had seen Michael strip his shirt, but the thumbs Michael placed in the sides of his briefs, told him there was much, much more to come.
"Ready? Get set! Go!" He knew he was being a big tease, but in the dark he could make out the whites of Jason's eyes, which made him produce a saliva-laden giggle.
"That's big, Michael!"
Rather than dwell on himself, he shucks the briefs, along with most of the coffee grinds, and without further ado, falls to his knees, saying, "Now you?"
"I can do it!" Jason, by now high wired, jumping to his feet.
"I'll do it," Michael calmly replies, shooing Jason's thumbs away from hips.
By the time Michael had unveiled Jason's goods, there was `much' to view.
"Mm-mm," Michael says with incomplete certainty, a facet of going at sex in the dark. His question was in his mind, the answer produced vocally, "Only one way to find out?"
"What?" Jason asks.
His only reply was Michael lifting his cock and placing it on his palate.
"Oh my god!"
Michael tried talking with Jason's cock holding his tongue still, "Something wrong?" It came out funny.
"You're going to give me a blowjob?"
Figuring this was going to be an on and off conversation, if he didn't get busy, Michael's answer is sliding Jason's cock in his mouth, pursing his lips and using the guy's balls for the momentum to slide his lips to the flange under the head, then force it back to his throat, till his nose could get tickled by pubic hair.
He should've cleared his history though!
Jason, having remembered some of the porn scenes, grabs the back of Michael's head and brings it forwards, till his cock-head feels the entrance to Michael's throat!
It starts Michael to coughing.
"Oh my god! Did I choke you?"
Figuring it might leave a negative-lasting impression on Jason's first man to man sex experience, Michael replies, "No! No damage done. Just not used to it."
"Really? You're not hurt?"
"Nah," Michael says, making excuse, "it's tough in the dark to get a fix on the size of a man's cock without radar?"
With seriousness, Jason replies, "Whew! I thought maybe I choked you or something."
To make Jason more relaxed, Michael instructs him to lay down on the bed.
In doing so, Jason spots the lighted alarm clock, "It's after midnight. I don't think we're going to have time."
Time wasn't letting Michael stand still, as he crawls on the bed.
Of course, the dimly lit room didn't stifle Jason's emotions and because they were `officially' having sex, he didn't see it informal to comment, "Wow! You've got big balls!"
"Do I?" Michael asks, looking down the tunnel of his bod as he hovers over.
"Do you think I can taste them?"
Michael's mouth was watering for Jason's balls, but not wishing to have Jason `fail' at his first man to man session, he replies, "Sure. How do you want them?"
"I don't know."
`This guy is really green', Michael provided some humor for himself. However, thinking about it, he probably made some real zingers at his own first man to man sexcapade, like getting the coach's zipper stuck when he was pulling it down?
"How about I shift around like this," he carefully moves about so his face is over Jason's pubes, his cock and balls dangling over Jason's face, "so my balls are more accessible to you and if I want to, I can go right ahead and `re-start' your ignition!"
He laughs, but doubted Jason was, probably more overwhelmed at looking at two big globes in the dark. However, he pay no mind to anything Jason wanted to do to him, allowing the novice to touch cock, balls, run his fingers through pubic hair, till Jason was feeling the bridge from pubes to navel. It was all good and Michael wasn't perturbed by any of it, as long as he had a fulfilling meal in front of his own face!
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