Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2007 10:12:32 -0500
From: Andrew Phillips <andrewphile@gmail.com>
Subject: The Eyes Have It - Part 2

The Eyes Have It
by Andrew Phillips

NOTE:  This is the second part of a story of two adult males and their
beginning relationship.  If you like the story or just want to give me
some feedback please email me at andrewphile@gmail.com.   Thanks,
Drew.

Part 2

After gently drying off each other we wrapped our towels about our
waists.  Doug led me to his bedroom, a clean white walled well-lit
room with a grand, king-sized bed covered by a cool, blue and green
quilt.  He took my hand and drew me to its middle.  On our knees we
once more kissed, our towels falling away.  He placed his hands on my
shoulders and pushed me back.  I lay back, my arms over my head.  He
descended on me, his lips brushing my right armpit, his tongue
touching my right nipple.  I felt my cock swelling once more, pressing
against his chest.  He continued down, down, down, passing the
temptation of my cock, and began to kiss the inside of left thigh.  My
penis gave a rigid leap of pleasure as his stubbled cheek brushed my
inner thighs.  But he was not to touch it, not yet.  I felt his warm
breath on my balls.

I raised myself on my elbows to see the top of his head as he explored
my scrotum.  While I have a relatively hairless torso my pubes and
balls were well endowed with a golden brown hirsute cloud that now sat
like a halo above his dark hair.  I felt his tongue run down the area
behind my scrotum on its way, hopefully, to my anus.  I lifted my legs
a bit to give him room.  He delicately rimmed me, my cock jumping with
every thrust of his tongue.  A droplet of precum accumulated at my
slit and then dropped, producing a long viscous strand from tip to my
abs.  I groaned in pleasure and was dying for him to return to my
aching shaft.

He began to hum, a loud hum, a deep vibration that passed from his
lips to my groin.  I squirmed with the deep, almost whale-like sound.
Was it his pleasure or his effort to give me more pleasure?  Either
way I was transported into an ecstasy of longing for his body and
suddenly I put my hands under his arms and pulled him up to me, my
mouth violently searching for his.  Once more we were joined orally,
exploring each other's tongues, our bodies grinding away.

Now I desperately wanted him deep, deep inside me.  I spread my legs
wide and placed them on his shoulders.  He sensed my need and, leaning
off to his left, opened a drawer beside the bed, expertly grabbed and
opened a condom and slipped it on his rigidity.  Using some of my own
precum, he rubbed two fingers over my anus and inserted first one and
then both fingers.  His cock soon followed.  Slowly, gently, slipped
in cm by cm till it was totally inserted.  Then we both held still for
what seemed a long time.  My hands were on his butt and I could feel
the muscles tighten.  Then, like some locomotive, he began a slow
process of withdrawal and thrust, withdrawal and thrust, faster and
faster.  It hurt a good deal but I was beyond pain.  I was into
extraordinary pleasure.

We were both sweating fiercely as I tried to heighten the process by
thrusting to match his thrusts, my leaking cock bouncing on my
stomach.  He shouted, "I'm cumming!" and then a shudder ran through
him and into me.  I grabbed my cock and quickly came as well.  All
over my chest and neck.

He withdrew, out of breath, and fell back next to me.  I saw his still
swollen member, the condom's tip full with his semen.  He leaned back
over me and after kissing me again descended to my neck and chest,
licking up my milky white jism.  Laying back we both fell into deep
post-sex sleep.

We must have slept 30 minutes or so.  When I awoke I saw that his eyes
were half open and he was smiling.  I reached over than ran the back
of my hand over his sandpaper cheek.  He leaned into it and his lips
gently passed over it.

This was only the first time I had "had" a man since a short encounter
in college.  It brought back those lusty days in my junior year when I
found myself attracted to every handsome/beautiful person I met.  Jim
was one such.  Alicia was another.  I made both of them very happy,
but in the end society won out and I ultimately married Ali, had two
sons, and settled into a content life.  Ali left me two years ago for
her art, and moved to Vermont.

Since then I "fulfilled" my cravings with porno and my five-fingered
companion.  Until now.

And we were very hungry, this time for food.

(to be continued)