Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2015 15:13:42 -0500
From: Andrew Phillips <andrewphil69@gmail.com>
Subject: He and I (Part 10)

He and I


This is a story from two perspectives, mine and my lover, Sean.  It is
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Part 10 – Sunday morning, Act II

Me:

We got back to our room at little before 9 AM and, on entering the room, I
stripped completely and threw myself on the welcoming bed.  Sean did the
same and threw himself on my back.  He moved back and asked me to spread my
legs.  I really don't know what I expected next, but I felt sure he would
fulfill his desire to give me pleasure.

I soon realized that he intended to explore me from the tips of my toes to
the top of my head.  He began by massaging my feet, first by hand and then
by holding them between his upper thighs, one on either side of his
scrotum.  As he did this he ran his hands up the back of my legs, kneading
each calf and then lightly tickling me in the back of each knee.  That
really turned me on.  I had to lift my hips to make room for my expanding
cock.

His hands then moved to the inside of my thighs and each buttock, firmly
massaging them while spreading my legs even more.  His hands were soon
replaced by his lips and tongue, while his unshaven cheeks added even more
stimulation, especially when his mouth approached my crotch.  I was tempted
to roll over on my back, but his strong hands prevented that.

Once more he began rimming my hungry anus, wetting the area down with his
saliva while penetrating the anus as best he could with his pointed
tongue.  I was squirming with desire and raising my bum to receive as much
of him as I could.  I so wanted him to come in.  He pulled my butt cheeks
apart and explored my rectum with one, two and then three fingers.  I
pleaded, "yes, yes, take me, take me, please, pleeease."

But that was not to be, at least not yet.

Sean:

When returned from breakfast Andy seemed anxious to continue what we began
earlier, throwing himself naked on the bed.  I followed.  But since we had
another three hours I decided to take my time and discover what really
turned him on for future use.  I tried to be as self-controlled and
methodical as I could,

I started on his feet and moved up the back of his legs, massaging his well
defined calves, lightly caressing the back of his knees, (a good spot).  I
was getting to pay dirt as I massaged the inside of his thighs with my
hands followed by my lips (even better).  Before long my tongue took over
and really got him going by exploring his anal region.  I was sorely
tempted to give in to his pleas to fuck him but we had a lot of time.

So I moved up, my semi-rigid penis resting at the top of his butt cleavage,
beginning to leak precum.  My hands slid from his waist along either side
of his chest until coming to rest under each arm, my fingers grasping the
sides of his pectorals.  I felt the hair of his armpits on the back of my
hands and leaned over, sticking my nose into his right armpit and inhaled
the sweet smell of his sweat.  That surely was a turn on for me.  My finger
tips were being crushed between his chest and the bed, but I was able to
find each of his nipples and massaged them to attention.  His armpits and
nipples seemed good spots, as he gasped when they were touched.

I extracted my right hand and began to lightly run it over his neck, from
ear to shoulder.  He leaned into the caress as I knew he would, cooing.
Finally he turned his head, his lips begging to be met by mine.  Our mouths
joined in a contorted but passionate confluence, our tongues competing for
entrance.  Andy wrested himself from this twisted position and flipped
himself on his back.  We were face to face, frontal to frontal nudity,
fully aroused.

Now to explore his front from top to bottom.  My lips immediately kissed
his eyelids while my fingers traced his face from ear lobe (he loved that),
along his jaw line, to his sensitive lips.  He raised his chin and I
stroked his neck from chin, over his prominent Adam's apple to the hollow
of his neck.

Once more I raised myself, sitting on his abs, to get a look at his entire
enticing upper body.  His hands were behind his head, exposing his
underarms to my attention.  We made eye contact and I beheld the visage of
total, passionate surrender.  I stroked the undersides of his biceps,
ending by lightly brushing my fingers over his armpit hair.  That really
turned him on.  I felt his cock throbbing behind me, its precum painting a
sticky mural on the base of my back.

I lifted myself, allowing his penis to trace a path between the cheeks of
my butt.  He thrust up his hips, his one-eyed rigid member looking for an
entrance.

But it was not to be, at least not yet.

I rolled off him and we lay there side by side, holding hands and catching
our breathes. I had not completed my erogenous survey but did identify
several sweet spots: the back of his knees, his armpits, his earlobes, and
of course his anal region.  It goes without saying that his penile region
was always top billing.

Andy reached across me and opened the night table drawer pulling out a
couple of condoms.  "Time to practice," he said with a anticipatory (or was
that a knowing?) smile.



Part 11 – Sunday morning, Act III, the Finale