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Let's I struggled, Let's not over-analyze it, Bro.
He smiled in that sexy lopsided way of his and seemed satisfied, though he didn't actually speak again. Rather he raised his hand to his chest, rubbing the Polo emblem of his shirt to the side and back again over his nipple, never removing his eyes for a moment from their lock on mine. Watching him was compelling and I thoroughly enjoyed observing him touching himself in this manner. I swallowed once, twice, convulsively.
From nowhere, our waiter appeared in our general vicinity calling Last Drinks and presenting us our bill. Discreetly, I had time to lower my foot, taking pleasure at the same instant in the sensation of my pants, now much too tight, stretched over my tender, enlarged dick. Marco's own position appeared more tenuous however, as he hunched over his erection in time honoured stance to hide his evidence from any and all prying eyes.
I've always thought on M as a gentleman able to manhandle any solution to its natural conclusion (pun entirely intended) and he stood true to form as he announced his intention to excuse himself.
Nicky, I'll never make it out of here like this, he drawled with a hand wave meant to take in and indicate his, by now, colossal crotch. You're too much for me. I'm off to the head for a quick wank. Meet you outside, he all but whispered with a grin and a wink.
I shivered with delight at his blunt words. The games that are instituted between heterosexual couples far outweigh those played between us there that day. I hadn't been involved in such an open, honest exchange before. Let's call a spade a shovel, shall we? Everything about this encounter was both novel and electrifying.
I have ever enjoyed a challenge though so, as Marco had his back to the masses at the completion of this last veritable speech, I stepped in close behind him, took a five-fingered hold of his bulging groin and spoke out as an environmentalist, expressing my shame as its wastage.
Tasha had stopped crying out as she became used to the intrusion, and now she was moaning and groaning as I pumped inside her
Perhaps, I suggested as lasciviously as I was able, if you feel able to negotiate your way back to the car with me we might, betwixt the two of us, be able to find a more amenable, less ecologically detrimental way to satisfy your beautiful cock. We'd have to put our heads together in collaboration, as it were. That discourse was quite a feat of co-ordination when you consider I was reeling still from being in such close contact to his person. It was the first time I had handled another man in this intimate way, someone shaped just like me and I was trembling as a consequence.
With those words, I picked up the little condiment bowl of sour cream, concealed my own steel shaft with my jacket and walked out like a man with a mission, which of course, I was and I had.
Now, as I look back in twenty-twenty hindsight in an attempt to penetrate mine own mind, I wonder if I realised what precisely it was that I had just proposed? Marco and I had discussed our sexual antics often enough for me to ascertain that he was definitely a guy who preferred to be Bronco Master. Frankly though, I must have had some clue as to where my behaviour was leading otherwise I would have left the cream behind.
By the time I made it back to the car, which was parked all the way at the bottom of the cul-de-sac in Macquarie, my heart was pounding, almost but not quite, as hard as the hammering in my trousers.
Just as I faltered as to the nature of my next move, he reached for me, possessively trapping me back against the car and began to kiss me deeply, hungrily. His body pressed rigidly against mine, meeting my every desire. The gesture, his probing tongue, it was all startling, equally unforeseen in its abruptness and glory. I was so powerfully aroused by him. At midnight in this quiet little dead-end street I had true passion thrust upon me for the first time in my life.
He is just slightly taller than me and I found myself in the incongruous position of tilting my head up to maintain our connection. The heat he exuded and the excitement of a body as hard as my own pressing so familiarly into mine was both heavenly and disorientating one at the same time. It was like nothing I had yet experienced in my life. The feel of flat pecs where once there were submitting swells of breasts, stubble caressing not soft skin but more stubble and cock all but entwined with yielding cock was breathtaking. It was more stimulation than I could handle, and enough to sizzle my self-control. Before I had the chance to fully realise the last seductive image in my mind of sitting nude in his lap, sliding my bare dick up the length of his, I came explosively, almost unexpectedly. The thick ropey, sticky mess was confined to my trousers.
I had been clutching his rounded butt for dear life it seemed and moaning like a green fourteen year old into his mouth. When I climaxed I ripped half of his back pocket off! It felt as though every inch of my insides had been wrested raw. I was still fully turned-on and yet entirely spent.
Jesus Marco, I puffed raggedly, feeling the need to apologise for my own poor form. I am so sorry. I started to think about getting naked with you and I just couldn't hold on any longer.
Nicky, Nicky, he seemed to be able to croon my name. When had he mastered that? I want to taste you. And with those immortal words ringing like klaxons in my head he undid my pants and had my Jockeys down by my ankles in less than eight seconds. The man was a trained professional and if we had been competing at The Olympics in the Fastest De-Panting Decathlon, M would have most assuredly just won Gold whilst simultaneously scoring a nascent world record.
Ever the comedian I murmured, Please, don't stand on ceremony on my account. whilst I struggled valiantly to avail myself of a better grip on the car's bonnet. I had to scrunch my eyes up because I knew what was coming and wanted it so much. Truthfully, I had often wondered how fellatio from Marco would feel. He had mentioned his lust AND talent so often that I would have had to be made of marble not to feel some sense of despondency over my lack thus far in this regard. I held my breath with wonder and excitement.
Oh please, Marco. Yes. Suck my Sebastian NOW. Do me, Baby. All the way. Clean me up.
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His tongue was hot and flicked mercilessly up and over and even inside my sensitive piss-slit, lapping up my jism, licking and ever squeezing my manhood as though he hoped for a little more. I gasped again and again with each new mind-blowing sensation.
You taste like ripe navel oranges, he contentedly offered from the midst of his happy slurping.
As I shakily reached down with my right hand and grasped a hunk of his curly mop to draw him in to deep throat, I had an epiphany. This was another missing piece from my heterosexual puzzles. Women just can't fake it. Why hadn't I seen that before? It takes a man to truly savor the tang of another guy's cum.
My dick was still hypersensitive, but I strained to push out anything extra for him, clenching my buttocks and throwing my head back for added concentration but it was to no purpose. He had sucked me, quite literally, dry.
He began to shift his focus then to my testicles, which had thus far been craving their own limited degree of attention. He squeezed them gently at first but quite without warning began to pull downwards on them ruthlessly.
Nicky, he called huskily to me, I want to fuck you over and over. Tell me what you want from me. All the while his hands were tugging my ball sac down as though he wanted to introduce them to the unique sensation of meeting my knees. The gratifying pain was remarkable.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
A MAN'S hands, Marco's hands fondling me in this way left me craving only more. I responded with a hearty, Just this! and guided one of his hands up to my mouth, moistened his fingers as best I was able whilst in the precarious condition I found myself, and then placed it back down upon my ass.
My offer was clear and evident. M stood up abruptly and gazed soulfully at me with more than a modicum of surprise staining his angelic olive complexion. His huge, expressive brown eyes with those tantalizingly long, dark lashes (how was it that I had never noticed those gorgeous frames before?) only served to enflame my desire for him.
He held my face tenderly between his hands, as a brother might, to search for my intentions. And yet no sibling ever boiled my blood the way this man could. With his searing hot penis pressed raunchily against my abdomen, I reassured him that I was oh-so-very ready and then proceeded to beg, in a deserted city street, with my cock twitching in the warm evening breeze, for my best friend to fuck me.
Please, please. I'm aching for it, for you. And so are you. I can see it. Now. I have to have you. I want to feel you fuck me, deep, as deep as you can manage. Please Marco, man, don't deny me. I need it. Please Baby, no one has ever touched me here before, I beseeched him, guiding both of his hands now to my well-toned hairless ass. Don't you want me? All this was proclaimed in a reckless, shaky rush with breaks where I did no more than pant longingly for him and stamp my foot.
Marco stood in front of me as if a sentinel, in apparent control and immune to my pitiful entreaties. He took a step back, away from me and I thought for a heart-wrenching second that I had lost him. Yet his hands were now compulsively fisting and opening, fisting and then opening once again.
I smelled the sweetest victory. I felt him teetering on the edge, about to give himself to me. And I lusted after it, after him. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yessss.
I met his eyes, allowing myself no more than a small smile of conquest, then I crouched down and starting at his feet, ever so slowly, delicately, trailed my fingers up over his jeans, tracing the outline of his calves and feeling my own pulse bestir once more. I was truly dumbfounded over his level of self-control and was salivating at the thought of him surrendering in me. Not rushing, but always traveling upwards, over his muscled thighs, wanting to linger but determined to keep my eye on the goal, listening to the sound of our mutually laboured breathing in the otherwise silent night, until eventually I reached his tempting groin.
I was frantic within myself to tear his pants off his body, with my teeth if necessary, and loose his Sebastian enough to come out to play. I was imagining him yet again at this stage. I knew he was quite thick, dark in colour and a bit more hairy than I down there, with scrumptiously lickable glands that were created, I was sure now, with my exact mouth shape in mind. But how big would he become? Flaccid to erect, the differences could be enormous! Was he a longer or thicker man when aroused? All of these questions demanded immediate answers! I distinctly heard myself whimper as I placed my hands, index-to-index and thumb-to-thumb, in a circle around his genitalia and ever so subtly kissed this enticing mass.
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His control at long last, irrevocably broke. He groaned like an animal in pain and placed his hands initially upon my head whilst I fumbled uncoordinatedly, heedlessly, and with a certain marked desperation, to undo his belt. (I always had liked that belt). I wanted those awful trousers away from his hirsute, luscious body. My hands though denied my commands.