NO GREATER LOVE
Part - 2
"Will you take your shirt off Michael?"
"I'd like to see your chest." Alexsander asked.
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I didn't need any persuading. I am embarrassed to admit it, but I enjoy having men look at me naked. I pulled my sweat shirt off over my head and tossed it on the floor. I stood there bare chested and semi naked. I knew I looked good and I could see Alexander digesting me with his eyes.
"Nice, don't stop there." He said to me.
I told him trying to sound archaic. "I don't think you can handle me. My body was solid and more muscular than what you are used to"
"You have no fuckin idea what I am use to" –He shot back at me. Alexsander stood up and touched my chest. He squeezed ever so gently the muscle in my arm. He ran his hand across my ass and cupped my big dick, swelling inside my underwear. "Nice!! – very nice indeed" He repeated.
That did it for me. I was well on my way to being hooked.
My jeans dropped to the floor and Alexsander frantically removed his clothes. It was like we were in a spin the bottle marathon. In a matter of seconds we were facing each other with bulges pushing out our underwear. I shoved him backwards on to the sofa. He fell dragging me on top of him.
Alexsander put his arms around me and pulled me even closer. We stopped talking and the room became as quiet as a silent movie. I imagined I heard two hearts beating and melting together inside my chest. It was a simple but dramatic moment that I shall never forget.
His cock, just like the rest of him, was impressive and lacked nothing. In other words, it was perfect.
The dick between his legs was hefty, straight as an arrow and smooth as silk. Yes, it was Russian big, but I don't speak in inches just quality. And believe me, there was plenty of quality there.
It was the sort of cock one would choose from a catalog, if such things were possible. I was like a child with a new toy. I wanted to play. There was no doubt about it. I couldn't keep my hands to myself and had no intention of even trying.
"Jesus, you are awesome Michael. I want to touch you all over and breathe you in. I want to worship this beautiful bod and the way you smell". His hands began to molest me in an unbelievable manner.
Alexsander squirreled his head into my neck and began licking me. He licked my face, nibbled on my ear and ran his tongue across my lips. It was exhilarating and sent me to a level where I had never travelled before. Sure, I had been licked in the past, but not by a guy like this.
He moved me around to where my crotch covered his face and he inhaled the smell of my underwear and pubic hair. Alexsander began chewing at the bulge between my legs making my underwear wet with saliva. My cock was becoming so hard that it was leaking and straining to burst free from the fabric. He used his teeth to pull my underwear down and sucked my cock into his mouth. He began deep throating me with fantastic pressure from his lips grasping my dick. He hesitated long enough to say...
"This is where I need to be Michael." "Do you still think I can't handle you?"
"Holy shit man," I growled. "I don't know where you learned to do that, but stay right where you are"
After a couple of minutes, I pulled Alexsander away from my crotch long enough for him to look at me. He stared at my face and pressed his mouth to my lips and our tongues seemed to melt together in an intense duel. He licked his hand and then stuck his wet fingers into my mouth.
"Can you handle that Michael?"
"Alexsander, I can handle anything you've got." I told him.
"Okay cowboy, you asked for it." He spit on his own dick and immediately shoved it into my mouth. "Work on that."
I sucked long and hard and the spitting never bothered me. Alexsander wanted to go deeper. I knew he was testing me and I was about to get face-fucked. I stopped thinking about it and just gave into him.
He pulled my head off the couch and held it with one hand as he bent over and slid his cock down my throat. All I could see was his bare chest leaning over me. His cock was inching its way down my throat. "Choke on it landscape guy" - "choke on it" "This is what I do and this is what I'm taking from you." He mumbled as he raped my throat.
I wasn't sure how long I could hold out, but he wasn't getting the best of me if I had anything to say about it. I was determined to hang in there if at all possible.
It was tough. In fact, it was a choking struggle. My eyes began to water and breathing was becoming difficult. Still, I accommodated him like a summer street whore. I was resolute to fuck with his mind and see what made this guy tick, and hoping I wouldn't end up being damaged in the process.
I was very similar to Alexsander in my behavior, when it came to sex. I knew that he was playing an alpha role with me. He wanted to be in control because that style was nurtured in his genes. He was not sadistic. On the contrary, he was gentle. I understood where he was coming from. His cock no longer bothered me.
He pulled out of my mouth and allowed me to rest for a minute or so. I felt fine. It is amazing the things one accepts when the right person is doing it. I wiped the tears from my eyes and said to him.
"Two can play this game."
"Go for it - tell me how to please Mike?" Alexsander quipped back to me.
"Just lie there and shut the fuck up." I said to him.
"Ewe, nasty – nasty." He snickered back lying there with his big legs spread like a whoremaster.
I had been aching to touch him all afternoon and now I was about to make a prize pig out of myself. I started licking his face and dropped spit on his lips. He immediately opened his mouth and using his tongue lapped away my saliva. I stuck my fingers into his mouth and ran my index finger like a toothbrush over his beautiful teeth. He certainly had a great mouth.
"Clean it –clean my finger. I had used that finger between the globes of his striking butt. Alexsander lapped away pleasing the hell out of me. The control was now coming my way and I liked it.
He fascinated me immensely. Alexsander, like me, flaunted strong passion when it came to being good. We were so much alike that I feared our personalities might clash. I wondered - "How good can two bad boys be."
We rolled off the sofa and landed on the floor with Alexsander lying under me. I licked his body cleaning sweat away from under his arms and across his chest as I travelled down his stomach towards his crotch. It was like being on a treasure hunt. Finding his crotch, I nibbled on the hair around his balls and tongue bathed everything I could get my gluttonous mouth on.
I lifted his body up to accommodate my face and I chewed and sucked hard on as much hair and flesh as I could grab. Alexsander wiggled around muttering, "do me – be my friend Michael– please be nice to me."
Not wanting to hurt him, I sucked, licked and applied pressure across his body. Wherever he wanted my face to be - that is where I stopped. His hips were slung low and I was able to hold him with one arm around his waist like a baby. The guy was fuckin precious.
"Michael, you are good. He mumbled. "So good, so good." - "Men I don't even know will fuck me - but they don't want me. They only want to fuck me" he kept repeating. "They only want to fuck me."
I wasn't sure if he was becoming delirious or drowning in sexual suffering. I assumed he was a popular guy but wondered just how popular. His mumbling bothered me a bit. I wanted to know what was taking place in his mind. However this was not the time to analyze anything.
Alexsander raised his butt in the air for me to finger plummet and lick. He did this with such ease and perfection. His butt was his treasure. I rolled him back to a comfort zone and went to work on his body. I shoved his legs in the air ramming my face into his hairy butt licking and slurping his gamey asshole.
Yeahhhhh, he moaned like he had just been tranquillized. I sensed immediately that was what Alexsander wanted from me. He gave up his ass like a pro. However, I didn't fuck him. I wanted to save that for another time. There were also some questions that needed to be answered.
Alexsander was lying flat on the floor and he acted perfectly okay. He held me securely by my thighs and drilled his face into my firm butt. He tore at me with such gusto that I was blown away by how good he was sexually. He literally tore my ass apart with his tongue. He kept guzzling my balls from behind and muttering. "Michael - Michael."
We rolled side by side, facing each other and Alexsander held our cocks together with his right hand. The flesh on flesh seemed to melt simultaneously like it was just one cock that he was holding. But it wasn't one it was two. I never before felt such a human connection. It was nuts.
As popular as Alexsander seemed to be, I detected something unhappy about him. When it came to sex, he could blow one's mind away because he was dynamic. He clung to me like a scared puppy and seemed to need protection. That really confused me because his behavior was strong. I thought there was something he was afraid of. I am not stupid and he could not fool me for long. Alexsander was unhappy.
Here was a unique situation. The touchy-feely crap and the cutesy rubbing was kid's stuff compared us. However, I considered this afternoon as just another hook-up day.
We showered together and within the hour we were back on Cherry Drive heading towards the parking lot to retrieve our vehicles.
"I am going to text you Michael, okay?" Alexsander said as he got in his car.
"Sure, I would like that,"
"Take care, buddy."
"Yeah, you too pal." Alexsander quipped back as he sped out of the lot and down Cherry Drive.
Driving back to the apartment, a million things were racing through my head. "Phew, what a day - what I day," - I thought to myself.
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In part 3 Alexsandra reminds Michael of his volunteer offer and their friendship ignites into undeclared love. Stuff happens.
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