Summer Fever

said with a laugh.
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    “Okay, I love your cock. Your body is just…” I waved my hand around. “It’s indescribable. I’ve never seen anyone who got me so hot.” I paused to consider. “I like that you’re a strong man but not a bully. I like that you’re confident. You’re smart. You’re happy with your life.” I stopped in surprise. How did I know all this? We hadn’t talked much about either of our lives. And it made me wonder how happy I was with my life.
    “Thanks. I think I have a pretty good life even though there is one thing missing.”
    I didn’t ask, not sure I wanted to know. “How did we get onto this?”
    “Because I want to see you naked and I haven’t managed to talk you out of your clothes yet,” he teased.
    I felt more confident in this arena. “I’m open to negotiations.”
    “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
    “Where and when?” I asked promptly. My mother didn’t raise any stupid kids. Annoying ones, maybe.
    “Tomorrow afternoon, your place. I get off around four.”
    “See you then.”
    After we hung up, I rubbed my hands together and went to check if I’d remembered to pack condoms. I was getting some tail tomorrow.

    WHEN I heard his knock, I opened the door wearing a wicked grin – and that’s all I was wearing. His reaction was all I could have hoped for as he sucked in a breath and his eyes popped.
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    “Yowza! That’s what I’m talking about!” he exclaimed and stepped forward with his hands out.
    I shook my head. “No clothes allowed in here. Strip and leave ’em at the door.”
    I expected him to protest, but he started stripping at warp speed, tossing his clothes over the wicker chair on the front porch. I got the feeling that he mostly folded his clothes when he took them off but he was in a hurry. I could understand that. I’m a tidy man myself, comes from being a scientist, but if he’d answered the door to me stark staring naked, I’d have relaxed my principles a bit.
    I was drooling over the beautiful planes and angles of his body. He was perfectly proportioned, like Michelangelo had sculpted him or something. Usually with all of us there’s a flaw here or there, but he didn’t even have a pimple on his ass (I checked out his ass, trust me). He was a truly beautiful man.
    The minute he was stripped he stepped against me and rubbed his perfect body against mine.
    “Oh God,” I moaned. I was instantly hard. I tried to get a grip on him, but he kept grinning and twisting, tormenting me with the whisper of his skin against mine. “Get in here.” I yanked him inside the house.
    He walked past me, knowing, knowing that I couldn’t take my eyes off his body. “What do you want to do?”
    “I want to fuck you,” I said hoarsely.
    “Okay,” he said, just like that.
    “You want me to fuck you?” I squeaked. A lot of guys figure because they’re bigger and taller and have more muscle, that they get to fuck me just as a matter of course.
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    “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” he said, grinning at my confusion. “And then I want to fuck you.”
    “Okay,” I echoed.
    “So you want me to just bend over so you can ram it in, or can we have a little foreplay?” He stepped closer to me, knowing that he was driving me crazy.
    “Condoms,” I muttered. All of a sudden I couldn’t remember where I’d put them.
    “Most definitely,” he agreed. “Where do you keep them?”
    “I have absolutely no fucking idea,” I sighed, and then I brightened. “I put them in the kitchen.”
    “The kitchen? You want to fuck in the kitchen?”
    “No, no, I just wanted them handy. Excuse me.” I scooted past him, jumping when he grabbed a handful of ass.
    When I came back he was just standing there, looking as gorgeous as ever. He held out his arms and I wanted them around me. I wanted to kiss him and I didn’t often get the urge. It seemed so… personal somehow, especially when you just wanted to get your rocks off.
    His lips and tongue were sensuous against mine. I felt that he was taking more time to kiss me than some guys took for the whole fuck. His hands were gentle on my body, and I felt almost cherished when he touched me.
    I wondered how long it would take him to find my hot button, because I knew he would. Some guys I’d been with never suspected, but when his finger circled the aureole of my nipple and I shivered, I knew he had me.
    “You