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Mark propped himself up on one arm, and watched as George’s chest softly rose and fell in a subtle, hypnotic manner. He raised his hand to George’s pectorals; they were smooth and defined, possessing little hair. Mark placed his fingertips on his lover’s stomach and slowly and gently traced them along the contours of George’s upper torso. George stirred, and swallowed in his sleep, his eye’s dreary even behind their lids. It had only been six weeks since they had met, and Mark thought fondly back to their initial introduction. George was soft spoken, and quiet. His apparent shyness, gave him an almost natural sexy and sly disposition. His Italian blood gave him a slight tan and darker, brooding features. Mark was sent off to train out of town for a week as part of his new job’s orientation. He told George that he would be home on Saturday night, and was looking forward to seeing him. When Mark arrived early Monday morning, his flight was delayed, he found George asleep in his apartment. They shared keys to each other’s places, a big step for the both of them in the way of relationships. Neither of the two young men had managed a serious relationship for very long. When Mark found his lover in his bed, he realized that George most likely feel asleep waiting for him the previous evening. Mark gently crawled into the bed next to him, and watched him sleeping intently. He was still and vulnerable. Mark couldn’t help but become aroused. He wasn’t sure if it was just the way his lover slept and the gorgeous sculpture of his body, or if it was the fact that he had been waiting patiently for him to come home. Maybe it was a combination of the two, the fusion of love and lust that was urging the blood down to Mark’s crotch. Mark sat up, and unbuttoned his dress shirt. He couldn’t help but smile broadly as he glanced down at George. He released the suffocating grip of his tie, and slipped it over his head. His short buzzed brown hair felt prickly from the flight. He pulled his shoes off, and slipped off his dress socks. George began to stir. He mumbled something and rolled over in Mark’s direction. The bulge in Marks briefs was becoming unbearable. He reached down and unbuttoned his slacks. George opened his eyes, still clouded with sleep and softly stated, “I missed you.” Mark slid on top of George, and placed his forehead directly over his lovers’. “I know you did, that’s why I’m crazy about you,” replied Mark. He massaged George’s sides, and kissed him softly on the lips. George just smiled and rubbed at his eyes, trying to coax the remnants of his slumber away. Mark placed his palms on the sides of Georges face and stared down into his rich brown, almost black eyes. He kissed him again, this time more deeply. George returned his advances, and they explored each other’s mouths. George reached at Mark’s belt loops, and began to shimmy his lovers already unbuttoned pants down. Mark worked his way out of them, and straddled George with his hard-on bound tightly in his underwear. He felt George’s erection pressing at him from beneath the sheets. “You look so hot in your work clothes,” said George, in his naturally deep voice that Mark adored. Mark began to pull the sheets out from under them, and hunt for his partner’s crotch. Once he had George out of his boxer shorts, he smiled and said, “There is my Italian Stallion.” George’s hated that cliché remark, and Mark used it to tease him whenever possible. Mark worked his warm wide hands up and down his lover’s thick and swollen shaft. He gripped it with a tight closed fist, sliding his palm rhythmically up and down. George arched his back some, and Mark was lifted slightly. With his free hand he slipped down his briefs, and freed his engorged cock. It popped out with intent and slapped against George’s belly. The precum oozed out of his thick pink mushroom head, and dripped onto George’s stomach. “Does this feel good?” Mark teasingly asked as he rubbed his hand up and down George’s shaft more furiously. “Uh-huh,” was all George uttered, his head arched back, and his chest expanding in a deep inhale. He grabbed the rails of the headboard and tightened his fists as he enjoyed Mark’s handy work. “Go down, please. Go down,” He sighed, leaning his head forward and staring up at Mark, straddling his hips. Mark obeyed, sliding off of George, running his hands the length of his thighs. He puckered his lips thickly and pulled them over George’s cock. Mark rubbed his tongue up and down the underneath of George’s warm, pink cock-head. He let his lips linger just around the tip of his lover’s penis, and continued to flick his tongue side to side, massaging the underside. Mark had grown accustomed to his boyfriend’s habits, and knew just what it took to drive George wild. He worked his right hand around the base of George’s shaft, and manipulated his balls. With his left hand, Mark slowly guided his fingers along the underneath of skin that stretched from the scrotum to Georges hole. He pressed, and rubbed rhythmically on this area, while swallowing the length of George’s cock, in one smooth, long movement. “Oh yeah,” George sighed as he twisted slightly side to side. His hands were wrapped fiercely around the head rails of the bed frame, and his eye’s were rolled back into his head. His breathing increased, and he began to buck his hips slowly to compliment the motions of Marks mouth and throat as they devoured his dick. Mark smiled as he heard he his lover’s familiar grunts and moans. He withdrew George’s cock from his mouth, and ran his hands along his boyfriend’s thighs. “You wanna screw?” Mark asked, with a smile broadening across his slips. It was little romps like this one that always reminded Mark how happy he was to have George. He made Mark feel alive, and nothing pleased him more than be close to George. George sat up, and put his arms on Mark’s shoulders. “I was waiting for you to get come home and ask me that.” He kissed Mark’s neck, and leaned into his lover’s chest. They pressed against one another tightly, their cocks rubbing together. –Chris (Gazer25@hotmail.com)