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Andrew sat askew and naked in my lap on the wooden, green Adirondack chair as more guests arrived, said their necessary hellos, and then stripped down and dove into the cooling water of the in-ground pool, or went inside the house to get some cooling drink. Others remained dressed in their light summer clothing and just stood around chatting and drinking whatever was offered by our host. It was going to be a nice casual pool party with everyone doing whatever they wanted, eating, drinking, chatting, laying nude in the sun, or skinny-dipping in the privacy of the pool. Andrew pretty much took possession of me as soon as I had arrived, ever early, and we both had already had our first swim in the cooling waters of the pool, and were simply cuddling nude as we let our bodies drip dry in the warm breeze.
For the first few minutes, my cock and balls lay heavy on the painted green wood underneath him until he started making out with me. I felt myself thicken and harden, and rise up into the crack of his ass because he is an amazing kisser. His mouth always tasted delicious and his tongue excited me, and was hardwired to my crotch. It felt good in my mouth and my cock felt good there between the globes of his ass, like it belonged or knew where it wanted to go, so we made no attempts to cover my arousal, although some of the others were almost glaring at the space between the chair surface and Andrew's bare bum to see what was happening there. Andrew gave them a show, wiggling his ass to tease me a bit more, making my balls swell with the anticipation of cumming before the party ended.
I could feel the sweat from his beautiful bum stream down his body and join my own sweat, wetting my smooth hard cock and swollen balls, providing enough dampness to make things slippery, but not slippery enough. People watched. People moved on. Others sat in the circle of chairs and conversed, casting occasional glances in our direction to see how things were advancing or actually engaging us in innocuous conversation as their eyes wandered over our naked flesh.. A couple guys with vivid imaginations had their cocks rise to attention, but nobody said anything or did anything as sexual as Andrew and I were doing. Lots of voyeurs and two exhibitionists just enjoyed the company. I certainly longed to be inside Andrew as I had been weeks earlier, but I knew it would not happen, as he was so tight and my seven inches were very thick and not easily handled without a good coating of lube. Andrew continued to wiggle his bum ever so slightly, but just enough to let me feel the damp petals of his rose drag occasionally across the swollen head of my cock, which changed angle from acutely painful to semi-flaccid, over and over, depending on the intensity of our public foreplay. A glistening drop of precum came from the eye of my cock, but ended up on the inside of his left thigh rather than in the bullseye of his rose where it needed to be.
After awhile, I whispered in Andrew's ear, "Sweetie, I am parched. Can you get us something to drink?"
"Now?" he questioned.
"If you don't mind, " I answered, still horny, but not sure I wanted to parade into the house with my pole at full mast, so Andrew wiggled off of my lap, letting my cock slide from the cleft of his crack as he went into the house to get us something to drink. I did not cover myself. I may not parade, but I do not cover my pride and joy, still damp with the sweat. I debated whether to go inside anyways, displaying my hard-on as I went and then finding a bedroom where I could dump a load in Andrew's hot hole, but I decided against it. It was too early to cum. Seeing other men in varying states of arousal or flaccid was always fun and I wanted to prolong that joy.
Andrew returned with something cold in two glasses and handed one to me. "Here ya' go," he whispered as he bent down and kissed me, and I grasped the cold wet glass. "This should solve one of your problems," he said as he sat down again in my lap, my dick still rampant against his smooth ass. He winked at me at the new contact between cock and ass. I swill the drink in my parched mouth, thankful for the wetness. My cock again finds the groove of his ass, as if it belongs there. But things were different, and I know it immediately. Andrew's ass is no longer wet with our shared sweat, but it is slippery with something. He kisses me again as our friends watch, and then he moves his lips close to my ear. "Olive oil from the kitchen counter, next to the stove" he whispered, and I immediately understand. He slowly drags his rose against the tip of my cock, letting me feel each slippery petal as the oil from each petal coats the head of my cock and then he drags along my hard shaft, leaving a sweet coating of slipperiness. With the intensity of his tease, I get harder than I had been all afternoon.
Andrew's cock has gotten hard too as he slides almost indiscreetly in my lap, and more people are focusing on his less than subtle wiggling. He expertly drags his rose along the corona of my cockhead. I feel each petal drive me crazy in the dark space between his bum and the chair. He stops as the eye of my cock drags onto the smooth mound of his hairless right ass cheek. I take a deep breath and then swallow another drink from my glass. He wiggles his ass again, this time with the head of my cock easing itself again into the groove between his mounds. He pauses with my glans firmly centered against the opening of his rose as he sits sideways in my lap. Every nerve in our bodies aches to feel penetration, but the angle is not right, even though our audience is by now completely enjoying his sideways lap dance. Most who are watching nude are brazenly just as hard as I am, while others are tenting their summer shorts and speedos. Several men are jsrking themselves or someone else as blatant voyeurs.
"You okay?" Andrew whispers as he rotates unexpectedly in my lap and I suddenly feel him impale himself fully on my upright pole as he slips totally down the shaft. He holds himself motionless in my lap, his body pulsating on mine as he envelops all of me, save for my balls which are the only things anyone can now see beneath his bum. He slides down so far that my tender orbs are squeezed to the bottom of the sack, squeezed tightly by my sack and pressed to the surface of the chair. I throw my head back in sheer pleasure as he leans his head into the cleft beneath my chin, and I feel his hot breath on my chest. His hole is pulsing in both pleasure and discomfort as he feels the intensity of my cock seven inches inside him. I only wish my balls could ascend into his warm open dampness as I luxuriate in the feeling of being gloved by this adorable man.
He moves the muscles of his bowels on my shaft deep inside him. It is as if sending me a signal of unknown code. I tighten the muscles in my own body to signal back an unknown message of pleasure through my cock deep inside him, causing it to pulse and the head to flare even wider within him. His lips lock on mine and he wiggles his ass, and begins his dance. Slowly he pulls himself up my cock. I look between us at the space between our bodies, seeing my cock is shiny with olive oil, and thick with pleasure. I can see the entire length, and only the head remains inside him, his rose pulled outward with the pleasure of his body's ascent. . He pauses so I can enjoy the view, and then slowly slides back down. He grinds hard, almost painfully against my pubes, trying to get my shaft to pierce that inner ring deep inside him. He wants me on the other side of heaven's gate, and I want to go there too. He relaxes his outer ring and the inner ring relaxes too. I feel my cock slowly stretch the inner ring open and slip through, and the ring tightens just behind the head. I am there. We are there. This is amazing. This man knows how to make love. I see stars of pleasure as our breathing grows ragged. Not many bottoms want heaven's gate ravaged, but I am the lucky one to have this man impaled on my cock!
He continues to massage my cock with his bowels and that amazing inner ring. I am beyond heavens gate and having great difficulty holding back my seed with his divine pleasure. He licks from my collar bone up to my mouth and then pierces me with his delicious tongue. He almost sucks the breath from my lungs. His lovemaking is intensely methodical as he makes it clear that I am going to have to cum before he stops. His cock drags on my hairy belly above my pubes as he rides almost deliriously up and down my shaft, and then his pearly essence sprays across my belly, filling my navel, and I feel his rings pulsing around my cock as he orgasms, one ring on the base of my cock, and onering just behind the coronal ridge. I too become lost in the sensations we are sharing. The delicious nerves just behind the head of my cock are being squeezed repeatedly as he rides the orgasmic crest, and then suddenly I am cumming too, jettisoning my warm semen deep in his bowels. I feel each rope of seed flowing up my shaft and into his receptive body. I press my crotch upwards, forcing myself as deeply as I am able. We stop breathing through lips locked together, as our tongues wrestle for lead in this dance.
I am spent and exhausted, even though I have done little in this amazing dance. Several of those watching wander away, leaving puddles of pearls on the grass at their feet. I want to stay inside this man in my lap, and he does nothing to abandon me. We continue to make out, almost oblivious to our dwindling audience as they slowly return to their socializing, dicks now flaccid. I feel myself shrinking inside him. I feel myself slipping from his amazing open rose. He is pollinated. I am satiated. My cock plops wetly on my thigh, covered in my seed. He lifts ups and looks down at the thing that gave us both such amazing exhibitionist pleasure. He kisses me one more time, and offers to get us another drink from the house. Life is good.....
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