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After forty-five minutes of one-on-one basketball with my colleague, Andrew, we headed back to my place to shower and get ready for a late lunch. I poured us each an orange juice in the kitchen. While he drank his down, I stripped off my sweaty shirt and threw it into the nearby washer. Andrew stood there drinking his juice staring at me idly. He had a look on his face like he wanted to say something. I walked over to stand in front of him and asked, “What?” “Where did you get this?” he asked as he trailed his finger along a small scar on my chest. “Fell out of a tree when I was a kid,” I answered. He looked at me with a curious gaze. “I am very clumsy,” I explained. Laughing, he continued to touch the scar with a touch that burned me to my very soul. “I hope you’ve outgrown that clumsiness,” he said with a teasing tone. “Actually, no,” I answered. Without warning, Andrew leaned forward and placed a kiss softly on the angry scar. I jumped, totally unprepared. “I’m sorry,” Andrew whispered. “Did I go too far?” Although my throat suddenly went dry and my knees were trembling, I managed to hoarsely whisper my response: “Do that again.” And he did. He kissed me along the short scar that ran along the upper left of my chest. They were short, gentle kisses at first, but then he did something that made me gasp. He slowly dragged that delicious pink tongue of his over my left nipple. I leaned back against the wall and was very grateful that it was there. I took my hands and ran my fingers through his short, dark, thick hair as he continued to gently tongue me. “God, man…do you have any idea how good that feels?” I asked in a breathless voice. “I’ve got an idea,” said Andrew softly. “And pretty soon, I’m gonna let you prove it to me.” My mouth dropped open, but no words escaped, because within seconds, he was undoing my pants and kissing me madly on my face, neck and chest. I was totally unable to think, let alone speak. With trembling hands, I coaxed him to remove his t-shirt as well. Within seconds we were pressed tightly together, holding one another, skin on skin, heart to heart. His skin was so very warm. The soft fuzz on his chest brushed against mine and I swear I felt a spark between us. As we hugged tightly, I caressed his back and shoulders with my hands. His hands pressed firmly on the small of my back as he pulled me into him. Pressed up against him like this, I could feel his hardness brush against mine. “God Andrew, this is so…” “…hot,” he said, finishing my sentence for me. “Yes,” I replied. I kissed his beautiful mouth teasing him barely with my tongue. Then I kissed his face, his neck, and worked my way down to his nipples. Oh, God, they were already hard as rocks. When I took one into my mouth I could feel him tremble and hold me tighter. I sucked hard on it and licked it gently only to suck some more. I repeated the same with the other nipple and I could feel the moan of appreciation ripple through his body. As I kissed and sucked and licked him, I deftly untied the string on his sweats. Kissing my way down his abdomen, I slowly pulled his pants down and helped him step out of them. I dropped to my knees before him. Oh, God, he was beautiful, and I told him so. He was hard and perfect and when I took him into my mouth the sound he made was so erotic it was breathtaking. I took him in as far as I could and I could feel his hard length press against the back of my throat. “Richard…” he gasped, as his fingers gripped my hair, pulling me into him. Pulling back from him, I instructed Andrew to turn around. When he did, I remained on my knees and slowly licked the back of his thighs. He parted his legs a bit and bent forward exposing that beautiful ass. Before long, my face was buried there as I ran my tongue up long the back of his balls to the soft patch of skin behind them. I sucked and licked there eagerly while Andrew nearly wept in gratitude. Slowly, I pulled my tongue around the rim of his hole and his breathing became rapid and he spoke my name over and over. Just hearing my name spoken like that was beyond satisfying enough. Suddenly Andrew pulled away from me and spun around, dropping to his knees. He kissed me like a mad man, hissing between kisses, “God, where did you learn to do THAT?” Smiling, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Andrew, do you want to fuck me?” The look on his face was of pure astonishment; I supposed he figured me for “a top”, but tonight, I needed to be taken. “Oh, damn, Richard, yes,” was his answer. Pushing me down on the kitchen floor, I thanked myself for putting down soft rag-rugs earlier that morning. As I lay on that rug, Andrew climbed over me, and lifted my legs so that my ankles were resting on his shoulders. He looked intently into my eyes and I trembled with anticipation and fear. This man was absolutely huge and I had no idea what to expect from him. He had a crazed look in his eyes and I didn’t expect him to be gentle. But, to my happy surprise, he was. Slipping a finger into me, he gently worked me, relaxing me in a way I had never known. He sweetly kissed me while his fingers slowly fucked me. First one, then another. I was almost insane with wanting him when he finally positioned himself above me. “Babe,” he said while pressing his huge cock head against me, “you gotta tell me if I hurt you. I need you to talk to me.” “OK,” was the only response I could manage. As he pushed against me, this man felt so incredibly good. I trusted him with my very soul and I could feel my body relax against him. Slowly, steadily, he entered me. There was no pain, only intense pleasure. When he slowed I could tell he was concerned. Without opening my eyes, I hissed, “Don’t you dare stop now.” With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed completely in me and I cried out, grasping him tightly between my thighs. “Andrew, oh please…don’t stop,” I begged. Kissing me, he pulled slightly out and pushed in again, brushing that magic spot inside that so few have been able to find. “That’s it,” I whispered, urging him to continue. As we lay on the kitchen floor making love, I reached up and stroked his chest while he moved slowly and steadily inside of me. His eyes were closed in intense concentration; the look on his face was so beautiful I could feel my own climax growing. I reached between us and touched myself. I was wet and leaking. I smeared it over my cock, and stroked myself slowly, keeping in time with Andrew’s thrusts. Suddenly, I felt Andrew shudder. “Richard, I’m…” he stuttered, and to my complete satisfaction, I felt him come inside me, his whole body convulsing. He growled as he came in such a way that its animal-like quality thoroughly excited me. Kissing me, he ran his hands over my face, tracing every line. “Oh, my God,” he whispered. “Yes…” I agreed. He must have known I had not cum yet, because he carefully dislodged from me and crawled down until his mouth was close to my throbbing member. Slowly, he ran his tongue along the underside, teasing me. I was almost in pain; my orgasm was so damned close. I had never been this close to the edge for this long. I knew it was going to be fantastic. “Andrew, I need to cum,” I begged. At these words, he engulfed me in that hot, wet mouth of his, nearly swallowing me whole. He bobbed up and down on me at a dizzying tempo. I could feel his tongue swirl around the ridge of my cock. Trying to warn him, I said, “Andrew, I’m just about to…” but he sucked harder, taking me in deeper yet. Knowing there was no stopping him, I squeezed my eyes shut and allowed my orgasm to overtake me. Nearly hollering out, I thrust into his mouth, cumming with savage release. Andrew took all of this, swallowing all I had to give. He continued to suck me as I caressed his hair and the back of his neck. He stayed on me for minutes more, softly comforting me with his mouth, using his tongue to taste every inch of my manhood. I could not fathom the intensity of his passion. Finally, he sat up next to me on the kitchen floor. Shakily I sat up as well. We just kind of looked at each other for a few brief seconds, neither believing what we had just done. Finally, I gingerly stood up and held out my hand, “Come on, partner, let’s hit the shower. I’ll scrub your back.” Wordlessly, he took my hand and stood. He followed me into the shower where we stood, holding one another close, until the hot water ran out. -fin motn007@yahoo.com