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Call to Go, Part 3 Cliff, since coming on so strong in my office, now sat relaxed and content in the car next to me, gazing through the window into the night to see where we were going. As I turned off the freeway into the maze of roads that abound along the beachfront, he exclaimed, “Hey, man, I share a flat,” he said, “there.” He leaned forward and pointed to the upper floors of a big apartment block on the corner of my road. “With two other guys and a chick.” I took a quick look, noticing that there was a rising moon - full and heavy. “So,” I laughed, “you have been this close to me for so long, and we didn’t know it.” “Well,” Cliff reckoned, looking at me, “I do think I saw you on the beach one morning, but your beard was fuller, and you were much thinner and pale. I remember scorning you for being a weed!” He put his hand on my leg, and squeezed. “Not that I think that any more.” “Yeah, I had been ill. The restaurant where I was working then had been pumping full-time, and I had been spending about 15 hours a day at work. Even weekends. Worked myself to a standstill. That’s why I decided to go and teach instead. Not,” I chuckled, “that my working hours there appear to be much different.” By now we had reached my apartment block and I had parked the car. We rode up to my apartment in the elevator accompanied by an elderly couple obviously on their way to a dinner party in the block. At the 15th floor, Cliff and I got off. “Will we still be together at that age?” he asked mischievously. “I don’t know,” I replied, a twinkle in my eye. “That depends on how you misbehave yourself tonight.” I unlocked the apartment door and led the way in. Dumping my briefcase on the entrance table, I reached over to the light switch. Cliff had shut the door behind him, and now caught my hand. “Not so fast, Mike. Come here.” And he pulled me to him urgently, seeking my lips with his in the dark, his hands pulling hastily at my shirt; then fumbling clumsily at my belt buckle. “Whoa,” I groaned, lust making my tongue thick. “Now who’s going too fast? This way.” I led Cliff into the living room with its large windows and wraparound view of the beachfront and the harbour. I collapsed onto the sofa, sinking back into the soft cushions and toeing off my shoes and socks. Cliff had already slipped off his beach thongs, and now started to pull his t-shirt over his head. I lay back on the sofa and by the light reflected from the moon watched this gorgeous hunk of tender male flesh strip for me. His hands went to the drawstring of his baggies and then stopped. No, I thought in anguish. Don’t stop. Not now. But he simply knelt down on the shaggy rug next to the sofa and started to undo the buttons of my shirt. I lay there, not moving, fixing my eyes on the delicately carved planes of his good-looking face washed silver by the light of the full moon. While he was giving all his concentration to undressing me, I let my hand drop off the sofa onto his leg. Cliff bucked at my touch and looked me full in the face, his big brown eyes gazing affectionately into mine. Still busy with the buttons, he lowered his lips onto mine and began to clumsily French-kiss me. I moved my hand gradually up his leg, until I reached the fabric of his baggies. He stopped fumbling with my shirt and moved to pull his baggies down. “No,” I said. “Not yet. Let’s take this slow and enjoy every moment of it.” I sat up against the arm of the sofa and traced my fingers down Cliff’s sturdy chest, twirled the hair above the elastic of the baggies and leisurely moved my hand, flat now, up his quivering stomach to his powerful chest. I could feel his heart beating fast beneath my palm. His breathing became ragged. Softly I flicked his nipples – they were already hard and standing out pointedly from the light-gold hair that covered his chest. Leaning forward, I took a nipple into my mouth and gently sucked, tracing the areola with my tongue. The other nipple I squeezed hard, causing Cliff to gasp aloud. “Fuck this, Mike,” he suddenly shouted. “I can’t take it any more.” With his strong surfer’s arms, he grabbed me off the sofa and rolled me onto the rug on top of him. We could feel the urgent throbbing of each other’s cocks through the stuff of our pants. “Aah, no, feel that, man, feel how I want you, all of you; naked, Mike. I want your bare skin on me. Get these clothes off.” I sat up and ripped my shirt off. Cliff groped at my belt buckle. Silently I pushed his shaking hands away and undid my belt; stood up and in one swift motion pulled my trousers off. My throbbing penis, at last released from the prison of my constricting pants, sprang up, the tip glistening wetly with pre-cum over the band of my underpants. “Oh, man, yeah man, let me see it,” Cliff moaned, his hands reaching for my legs which were straddling his lithe, tanned body. But instead, I dropped to my knees, my face positioned over his thighs. With my teeth and my tongue, I found the top of Cliff’s dick rearing hard against the inside of his baggies. Steadying myself with my hands, my body placed over Cliff’s legs and with my dick lying almost flat against my stomach so stiff it was, I lowered my face into his crotch, nibbling at the length of his rigid shaft through the fabric of his pants. Cliff whimpered and shivered and raised himself onto his elbows to watch me. My tongue found the salty patch of dried pre-cum that had oozed from his piss-slit when we were still in my office, but now it was wet again with the sticky fluid that was being forced from his young, full balls. “OH, MAN, that feels so fucking good!” he whispered, throwing his head back. “Go for it, go for it, yeah!” Gently I pulled myself forward until my chest was lying warm against Cliff’s. He relaxed to the floor, and his hands went to my underpants. “Get these off, Mike. Please. I want to feel you, ALL of you. You have no idea how much I want to feel your hot dick on mine.” I lifted my hips and Cliff tugged my jocks down. Quickly I sat back and took them right off. My cock stood there proud and hard, extending forcefully out. It was circumcised, thick and straight, and the swollen head was gleaming and ready to explode. Cliff wriggled his baggies down and toed them away from his muscled legs. I gazed at his dick - it was beautiful, also cut but a little longer than mine. The veins were bulging so hard I could almost see the blood rushing through them. I could see how fast his heart was beating in anticipation of what was going to happen next by the urgency with which his powerful, straining organ was throbbing. Pre-cum was flowing steadily from his slit. A deep nest of dark hair masked his groin and framed a ball-bag heavy with two oval shapes. I lowered myself on top of Cliff again, and we ground our slippery dicks together, our pubic hair rasping roughly and our aching ball sacs banging against each other. “Mike, Mike,” Cliff shuddered. “I’m going to cum. Stop!” I rolled off him at once, but he gathered me in his arms again and began to kiss me. With my lips on his, I tenderly opened his mouth and let my tongue probe his, lightly, fleetingly. He let out a deep groan, his hands clasped firmly on my back, one on my shoulder and the other just above my ass. My tongue teased across the roof of his mouth, over his slippery teeth, tickled the inside of his lips and cheeks. Without realizing it, Cliff had rolled on top of me; began to work his hips against mine; rub his great, swollen dick onto my thick, heavy cock, both so lubricated with pre-cum they slipped and slid off each other and over our stomachs. His breathing was quick and heavy and his tongue was twining with mine, deep inside my mouth. With one hand I found our dicks and held them together as best I could, so slick with love juices they were. My other hand ran riot over Cliff’s body, now scratching his back lightly, now pressing the stiff muscle between his legs, now running softly over his balls and thighs. All the time, while I was working my tongue with his, sucking and blowing in his mouth and reveling in the moans and grunts and groans the young stud was giving, he was thrusting himself against my hand, my dick. Suddenly, he tensed. I pulled my hand away from our dicks, crushed my pelvis hard against his, and held him close, bruising his lips with my own. Embracing him to me with love mixed with lust, I rolled over so his long, strong hot body, slippery with the combined sweat of us both, was now caught under me. All at once he broke his lips from mine, threw his head back and yelled, “Yes, oh Mike, yes!” Squeezing me even closer he gave one more shove of his strong hips, buried his face in my neck, curled his legs around my thighs and then erupted shot after shot of hot cum onto our stomachs. “Aaah, aaah, ah, aaargh, yeah, AAAAAH, oh YES!” he shouted into my neck, clasping me close to him and driving onto me with each fresh, sticky hot release. Eventually his body stopped shuddering, and his frenzied panting grew less. Timidly, Cliff lifted his flushed face, covered with sweat, from my shoulder, and unwound his legs from my thighs. “Man,” he exclaimed, tenderly looking up at me, his legs intertwined with mine, “that was FUCKing GREAT! Gee, man, but you can kiss – I’ve never had that happen before – someone making me cum just by kissing. That was A, man, A!” I smiled at him and with both my hands brought his head up to me. Lovingly I kissed his sweaty forehead and ruffled his short brown hair. “It’s still early,” I grinned, falling next to him. “I know other ways to make you cum, if you like.” “You bet,” Cliff sighed, lying back in the crook of my arm. His hand wandered to my stomach which was covered with his sticky cum. “Sorry about the mess, Mike – I’ve never had such intense sex like that before, and ever since you and I connected, I’ve been saving myself.” “I’m really flattered,” I smiled, and then sighed with pleasure as his hand found it’s way to my dick, which was still slick and hard. “I give a great hand-job,” Cliff whispered slyly in my ear, and began to work up and down my pulsing shaft. It was my turn to lie there, eyes shut, sighing in ecstasy while this hot, young stud made me stiffer than I had been for a long time. His hand was at times feather-light, brushing whisper-like over my jerking dick; then he took a firm grasp and slid his fist over and around my slippery shaft and the swollen, red head. It didn’t take long before I was shuddering near to orgasm. Then he sat up swiftly and before I realized what he was doing, I felt his hot mouth sliding quickly over my cock. He moved himself better to take my whole length into his passionate mouth, and tentatively began to move up and down my thumping dick, sucking hard and working his tongue over my head and about my engorged shaft. I opened my eyes, saw him standing strong; full and hard and seriously veined again, jutting from the dark tangle of rough pubes between those powerful thighs, and without warning my hips bucked once and I spewed my load of hot juice into Cliff’s mouth and down his throat. The stud kept his mouth firm over my jumping dick, and started to swallow without making a sound. The action of his throat and tongue kept me going again and again until my balls were drained and sore, although my penis, starting to go limp, still twitched from the touch of his tongue and the heat of his virgin mouth. Reluctantly, as if he didn’t want it to end, Cliff lifted his mouth from me and, like a cat, stretched out full-length beside me. Twining his feet with mine -- the glorious sensation of those beautiful feet, those strong toes mating with mine -- he traced a pattern in my cum-matted chest-hair. Shyly, he kissed me full on my lips. “How was that?” he asked. “The best,” I replied truthfully with a big sigh. “You must have done that before.” “No,” he answered, running his fingers through my damp hair. “I told you, you bring the best out of me.” I could feel his meaty dick pressing hard against my leg, and with a grin, I reached down and began to tease it, run my fingers up it, pull the bit of foreskin he had up and down. I rubbed my palm, sticky with his juice, over the top of his purple, great head and cupped his still swollen and heavy balls in my hand. Cliff lay on his back on the shaggy carpet in front of the sofa and linked his powerful arms around my neck as, leaning over him, in between his soft moans I asked, “How about if I bring the best out of you again?” His only answer was to pull me down to his handsome face and position his solid, fleshy column of streaming pre-cum, straining meat so that it was tucked between my legs, pressing against my ass crack, searching longingly for my tight hole. Reaching up to a cigarette box on the coffee table I pulled out a packet of condoms, and with his help, carefully opened one and rolled it down his pulsing tool. Then I caringly pushed him onto his back and, straddling his stunning body and pulling my ass-cheeks wide, I little by little lowered myself down the length of his tumescent penis until my balls were snuggled in the nest of curly dark hair that covered his crotch. From the look of bliss on Cliff’s face, I knew this would be a lesson he was going to remember for a long time to come. END OF PART 3 Ódrewf82, 250201 If you enjoyed this story, and would like to follow this developing relationship between Mike and Cliff, contact me at drewf82@hotmail.com and let me know. I welcome all ideas for story lines and am always open to positive suggestions.