Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2003 19:04:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Warm Quiet <warm_n_quiet@yahoo.com>
Subject: two-bi-two-curious-3

Again I place my open hand on his bare chest.  Lightly pressing, holding
him close.  Waiting for our collective gasping breathing to subside.

"You are the first man," I whispered to the nape of Jim's neck, "that I
ever got to touch."  My voice trembled with the rapid beating of my heart.

I could just barely make out Jim's whispered response, "You are the first
man to ever touch me."  When he said it I could feel the shiver course
through him.  "And I like it.  I like it a lot."

We lay spooned together, relaxed and calmed by our new found realizations.
I was afraid to move for fear of breaking the moment.  I was relishing the
warmth and closeness of Jim's back pressed against my chest.  I was
floating, my still hard penis pressed against his lower back, my legs
intertwined with his.  I then realized that my left thigh was pressed
firmly against his perinium, that special little skin-ridge between the
back of his

scrotum and what I imagined was the tight circle of his anus.

When I applied slight pressure with my thigh Jim's gluts seemed to
spontaenously flex, pressing that much harder against my already rigid
member.  Then I heard Jim's ragged whisper again.

"May I touch you," came his tentative plea.  "May I feel your cock?"

I could hardly contain my excitement.  This is what I had dreamed about.
"If you like but be gentle.  I am really close."  I rolled away from Jim,
onto my back and put my hands behind my head.

Jim sat up and turned toward me.  His hardon was straining against his
briefs.  He too was showing a wet spot at the tip.  Tentatively he placed
his right hand on my stomach, his touch was hot.  My own erection was
pulsing, rthymically pushing, trying to escape my tight briefs.

"I don't know how to..." Jim half whispered.  "I mean..."

He stood up so quickly I thought we was going to bolt for door.  I laid
still, trying not to over-react or scare him.  Jim paced beside the bed for
a minute, mustering his resolve.  I watched him from behind nearly closed
eyes.

He stood for a long minute with his back to me.  I could see his reflection
in the mirror.  I could almost see the thoughts running through his mind as
he stood there, alone, in nothing but his tented briefs.

Slowly, mechanically, Jim hooked his thumbs into the waist of his briefs
and slid them down to his ankles.  My eyes opened wide to take in this new
view.  Perfectly formed globes of his tight round gluts and the fleeting
peek of his heavy scrotum nestled between well toned thighs.  My breath
escaped in a low sigh.

Jim stood up straight and stepped out of his briefs.  He paused for another
minute and just stared at me in the mirror.  Then his eyes met mine.  "May
I?" he asked in a half whisper.

All I could do was nod my approval.  Jim turned to face me and walked to
the foot of the bed.  The tension of Jim's decision showed distinctly in
his face, the direction of his desire showed clearly in the distended
purple glans of his solid erect penis.

Gently Jim grasped my ankles and spread my legs so that he would have room
to crawl up on to the bed.  Now his knees were touching mine.  He traced
the length of my legs from my ankles to the middle of my thighs.  His touch
was hot and dry.

I began to feel the electric charge that builds up between two people as
they begin to connect.  Jim moved his hands up and down the top of my
thighs.  Each pass coming closer to the fabric that still inprisoned my now
raging hardon.  Jim then let his hands fall into the warm inner aspects of
my now trembling thighs.  With deliberately slow movements his thumbs
traced the the line where my briefs met the top of my legs.

"I always wondered," Jim mused, "what it felt like when Melissa touched me
like I am touching you."  He continued his delicate massage as he spoke.

I was mesmerized by his touch.  My whole body was charged, wound tight on
the inside like a spring.  I was concentrating only on remaining calm and
still.  And trying to remember to breath.  Jim leaned close and I could
feel his breath on my thighs.  His slow touch had finally ventured over the
soft cloth that covered my straining manhood.  He traced the outline of my
penis.  His index finger tip felt the widening wet spot at the tip of my
glans.

"She doesn't really like to touch me.  Says I am too big and that is why
she won't suck me."  Jim was playing now.  Just rubbing and feeling.  "Oh,
if I press her, she will take my cock in her mouth but she won't let me
ejaculate.  Just a quick suck and a lick then she lays back and wants me to
slip it to her."

Jim sat back on his heels and thought for a moment.  Looking down at his
engorged penis then at me, "It is not too big, is it?"  Then he reached up
and began to slip off my briefs.

As he pulled my briefs down, releasing my erect penis, I realized this was
the moment of truth.  This was the moment of truth.

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