Summer Fever

like that,” he said.
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    “Oh yeah,” I managed to croak.
    He bent his head and flicked his tongue over my nipple. I grabbed his head and held it to my chest, begging wordlessly for more. His mouth closed over my nipple and I moaned. He reached up to pinch the other one hard, and the tiny frisson of pain made my cock stand up and slap my stomach.
    He worked my nipples until he felt my knees give. He looked up, his lips shiny with saliva and his eyes bright with triumph. “Anything else I should know about you?”
    “Oh yeah,” I assured him. “My knees are made of rubber. I need to sit down.”
    He led me to a chair and I sank down into it. He bent to kiss me again, instead of holding his dick to my mouth, like some guys would have in the situation. I clung to him, feeling weird about it, but there was something about him that was getting to me.
    He pulled away and said, “Touch me here.” His voice was all liquid and soft when he took my hand, stroking my fingers in his iliac furrow.
    I leaned closer to kiss my way down the furrow. On guys that are cut like him, that line between the body and leg is so defined, the only word for it is gorgeous. It gets me going, like good abs. I let my lips drag along his skin, sliding my tongue over his skin, which got him going. I reached up to stroke his cock with one hand while I held him in place by one cheek.
    His buttocks were hard. Takes a lot of hours in the gym to get a nice ass like that, full, lush and rounded, with little dimples just above each cheek. I gave his butt a little squeeze and his hips started to move.
    “How many times can you come in a night?” I asked, my lips against his skin.
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    “Once, maybe twice,” he panted, his eyes glazed.
    “I bet I can make you come more than that.”
    “I don’t doubt you.”
    I stood up, the state of my knees inversely proportional to the weakness in his. He was shaking so much I knew he was going to fall down if I didn’t arrange him somewhere for my convenience.
    I led him to the couch and bent him over the back. “Hang onto the seat cushion,” I said.
    He went down compliantly, leaving me with a great view of his ass, legs and back. I ran my hands possessively over the globes of his ass. It felt so nice. I think he liked it too, because he spread his legs, giving me a glimpse of his balls.
    One of the many things that revs my engine is me, a skinny guy, having a buffed-out specimen like this bending over for me, hot for me to do whatever I want to him.
    He whimpered a tiny bit as I roamed his body with my hands and mouth, lifting his ass while his hips started the rhythm. I parted his cheeks and I could tell he was freshly showered and clean. I don’t do this for just anyone, but he was special. I wanted to taste him, all of him.
    I licked over his dimples and he squirmed, guessing what was coming, but he stayed in place. I slid my tongue in the valley between his buttocks, and he let out a strangled yelp when I licked over his hole. He clenched a bit and I could tell he was loving it, but I hadn’t even started.
    I let my tongue go soft and massaged around the puckered skin as he clenched nervously. I could feel him giving in, relinquishing control, which is just where I wanted him.
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    Pointing my tongue, I pressed it to his entrance, feeling the muscles relax and yield to me till I was pushing inside him. I had to hold his hips steady so he didn’t bang into my nose while I tongue-fucked him, he was writhing so much.
    “Oh my God!” he groaned.
    I lifted my head. “Ever have that before?”
    “No… I heard… about it… I never thought it… would feel… so…” Despite his musculature, his back looked so vulnerable as he moved restlessly, allowing me ultimate access. I picked up the lube and slicked my fingers, running them in the dark valley.
    He yelped again at the coolness, his hips stilling as I pressed my finger against his opening. “Go slow, I haven’t… in a while…” I rubbed his back soothingly with my other hand. As I penetrated his channel, he lifted his head and arched his back. “Damn, I forgot… that feels good…”
    I could feel his muscles clenching around my finger. I really wanted my dick in there, but he was tight and I knew he needed a little more stretching. I pressed the base of my cock, telling it to be patient. “I’ll take it as slow as you want, babe.”
    He was