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I walked through the front door later than usual that evening, set down my briefcase, slipped off my shoes and walked quietly into the living room. Seeing Michael’s car, I knew he had beaten me home. When I entered the living room, I found him sprawled out on the couch looking tired and stressed. He was watching the TV with a vacant look in his eyes. I knew that look all too well. “Hey,” I said, after observing him for a few seconds more. He returned my gaze and smiled absently at me. “You’re late,” was his response. “I stopped to pick up a few things,” I said, hoping he’d ask what I stopped for. “Ok.” I walked over and sat beside him. Leaning towards him I playfully bumped into him with my shoulder and asked, “What’s wrong?” “Long day,” he replied. He tone had so much surrender in it I wanted to weep. I stood up, turned to him, and held out my hand. “Come on,” I said to him, “I’ll give you a backrub.” He took my hand and met my gaze directly. “I’m not in the mood to screw around,” he said to me. Smiling I said, “No screwing around, I promise…just an innocent backrub. Come on.” I pulled him up and let him walk ahead of me. I gently prodded him when he didn’t walk fast enough. “Get in there and take your clothes off. Lie face down on the bed. I’ll be right in.” “Richard…” he protested. “Just get in there. Leave your shorts on if you want, or cover half way up with a sheet. I don’t care. Just get your tired ass in there.” I pushed him gently into the bedroom and left him to undress. Bounding quickly back into the living room, I went to retrieve the sack I brought inside with me…I had stopped earlier to pick up some scented baby oil, a surprise for Michael. This was going to be perfect. In our bathroom, I ran some very hot water into the sink and put the bottle of oil in it to warm it. While it warmed, I quickly stripped down to my boxers and t-shirt. Opening up the bedroom door a crack, I peeked in. “Michael, you ok in there? You ready?” “Yeah, whenever,” he replied indifferently. Smiling, I entered the room with the warmed oil and sat down beside him on the bed. He was naked, but covered to the waist with a sheet. Oh, damn. “This is going to be warm,” I warned, and drizzled the jasmine-scented oil on his back. “Mmmm,” he responded. Slowly, I used my palms to spread the oil across his shoulders. I worked it slowly down his back. God, this man was tense…I could feel the bunched up muscles in his shoulders. I leaned down and whispered, “Relax, Michael,” before continuing my pleasurable task. “Trying…” I heard him reply. As I worked down his back, to the small of his back, I could feel him tense up. Backing off a bit I rubbed his shoulders some more until he began to relax again. I drizzled more oil on him, this time on his lower back, and began to rub again, working my way further down. Since my hands were oily, I bent down and grabbed the sheet with my teeth, and pulled it down a bit exposing his ass. God, what a perfect ass…he was completely clueless how perfect it was. I began to rub his lower back, making big circles, getting lower and lower, until I was gently rubbing and kneading his buttocks. “Richard…” Michael started to say. I could hear the resistance in his voice. “Hush,” was my reply. Slowly, I massaged his ass. I pulled the sheet down further and rubbed the back of his thighs. Moving my hands up to his ass, I pulled his cheeks apart slightly. How could I not? As I touched Michael in this manner, he, very gradually, began to lift his hips. I picked up the oil and this time, drizzled a bit right into his crack. I could hear his breath catch as I did this. I smiled. Slowly, starting at his balls, I ran a finger up along the inside of his crack. I could hear him moan, although he attempted to muffle it. I bent down and kissed him gently on the ass. When I did this, he raised his hips a bit more, exposing what I truly craved. Without hesitation, I buried my face there. When I ran my tongue across his hole, I could feel a tremble go through his body. With a darting tongue, I slowly rimmed him. His whimpers were becoming more audible. But when I finally plunged my tongue deep inside of him, it was his gasp that rewarded me. I licked and sucked and nipped at him for quite some time, while my hands deeply caressed his ass. “Richard…Richard,” I heard him beg. Climbing up so that I could hear him, I whispered in his ear, “What, babe?” “Richard. If you don’t fuck me now, I will never forgive you.” I was so hard by now, those words were enough to push me over, but maintaining what little control I had, I smiled, kissed his shoulders and said, “Roll over, so I can see your beautiful face.” As soon as I gave him room to do so, Michael complied. I crawled down by his feet, and kissed them. I kissed his ankles, his calves, and that gorgeous spot behind his knee. Gradually, I moved up his body until both legs were up, and over my shoulders. “Now,” Michael hissed, “please.” He was so slick with oil, and I with pre-cum, that I had no need for anything else. I pushed my cock against him and gently rocked against him. Pushing forward, I felt my cock burst through that muscled ring. Michael hissed “Oh, damn!” as I entered him. Knowing it was not pain, I pushed in further, but not much. I stilled for a few seconds while he calmed. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my lips and kissed his fingertips. Then, I pulled almost completely out, and then pushed in again, this time making further headway. When he reached for his own cock to stroke it, I pushed his hand away. “Not, yet…hang on, baby,” I whispered. I pulled almost all the way out again, and plunged in again, this time to the hilt. Michael gasped and held his breath. I was so enraptured by the look on his face I was almost in tears. God, this was so hot. Slowly, I began to move inside of him. My tempo was so slow at first. I was barely moving; but gradually I began to pick up speed. Leaning on him and balancing, I used my hips to plow into him. I reached around and grabbed his cock. (His hands were busy frantically clawing at the sheets.) As I fucked him, I stroked his huge cock. It was so erect and hard, I was sure he was going to explode any second. As if reading my mind, he spoke: “Richard, Richard, I’m gonna cum. Damn, can you feel this?” panted Michael. And indeed I could. His whole body was clamping down on me so hard it almost hurt. When he came, just seconds later, his entire ass spasmed around me with such force I was soon cumming right behind him. For the first time ever, I found myself screaming with my orgasm. Tears ran down my face from the sheer intensity of it all. Michael dropped his legs down and apart and I lay there on top of him, still inside, resting my head on his chest. His breathing was ragged for many minutes and his heart beat like a mad drum. This too, was like music to me. "So much for that innocent backrub," Michael said, once he had calmed. Smiling, I reached down and stroked him. "Yes, and you fought so valiantly," I teased back. He wrapped his arms around me and we slept like that until it was time to get up for dinner. Motn007@yahoo.com