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CHRIS
"Yes! Oh yes." Never too shy to give vocal encouragement, Chris had resisted giving direction to the man who sucked his dick like an expert. He didn't need directions or tips. No doubt about it. Frank was ready and eager and gave an outstanding performance for an alleged first time cocksucker.
The pressure of the warm mouth was abruptly replaced by cold air and then Frank's firm hand. Chris had nothing to complain about and all sorts of good stuff to make him moan.
No complaints at all. Frank had moved on to indulge the rest of the erogenous area with his lips and tongue; paying attention to balls and backside.
Tender, thorough touches supported the theory that it's the quiet, unassuming ones who are the best lovers. Frank made love to every sensitive square inch, taking his time. The warm and gentle touches became exquisite torture. He paid just enough attention to Chris's cock, but not too much: not racing to the finish line.
When Frank's tongue left the sensitive taint, moving lower to lavish attention on the pucker, Chris gasped with surprise. A pleasant surprise. He spread his legs wider, and angled his hips to allow easier access.
There was nothing shy, inexperienced, or virginal about Frank. He was an exceptional lover, probably by instinct. It was his nature. Either that or the two of them were made to make love to each other.
Laying totally exposed and unashamed, every molecule of Chris's body surrendered to the attention, outside and in. There was no sign that Frank was in any way new to this. He displayed no reticence. He sucked, rimmed and fingered with skill and spit for lube. If any other lover had shown such enthusiasm and passion, it was so long ago Chris couldn't remember it.
There had never been a night like this, with a lover as sensual.
Normally proud of his go-all-night stamina, Chris was almost embarrassed as he could barely hold back when his dick was sucked yet again. Not just that Frank was good, which he was, but the chemistry between them was electric; something Chris hadn't experienced before. The physical contact, even the longing looks, seemed akin to a spiritual experience.
He seriously wondered if he'd have to call a halt and whether his heart could cope with the emotional strain of the bond between them.
Fuck, there was no way this was ending soon. Not tonight. He couldn't let Frank do all the work. If Chris had to kiss and tell he'd claim he wanted to make sure Frank's first time with a man was unforgettable and unregrettable. Fantastic.
All true, but only part of it. Chris's motives weren't entirely altruistic. In truth, Frank tasted like the best thing Chris had ever eaten and he wanted to get his mouth, his tongue and hands back on that delicious body.
Falling apart under the ministrations, Chris had to turn the tables on his guest, wriggling and pushing to reverse their positions, eager to taste Frank and treat him to the same blissful torment. Frank didn't put up much resistance. He lay on his back and allowed Chris to take charge.
Finally, in a perfect position to admire the Celtic ink work, with a finger, Chris traced the black lines across Frank's chest and shoulder. On top wasn't necessarily the best angle to view the tattoos — they'd looked pretty good from beneath as well. Chris's cock objected. It bobbed about, demanding attention as if to say this wasn’t the time stop and look at art.
Judging by Frank's face and the way his hard dick was cradled in Chris's crack, this was time to make things happen.
Chris covered Frank's body with his own as he closed the space between them for a much-needed kiss. Frank tasted even better now. Still the same man but seasoned with sex.
As they kissed, Chris slipped his hand between them. Avoiding his own dick, which was ready to explode, he made contact with the slick, dripping-with-precum head of Frank's cock. Chris wrapped his fingers around the wet soft skin of the crown and worked down the shaft.
An erotic, needy moan escaped one of them or both of them. Chris couldn't tell which.
Frank bucked slightly, moving his hips with a familiar longing that Chris knew how to satisfy. Chris pulled away from this kiss and made his way down the bed.
With fingers, hands, and mouths they made love to the sound of their own panting breaths. Some grunting, some moans of delight, and the occasional agreement with a deity. On the bed and every way around. For hours they swapped and changed positions. Taking turns to suck and rim and sixty-nine.
Heat rose.
Frank writhed.
He grasped at the bed covers as if they'd prevent him from levitating.
They discovered more about each other without words, using their entire bodies and other sensations. Taking each other to the edge. Holding on. Stepping back. And climbing to the summit again and again.
A layer of salty sweat coated their bodies.
Condoms.
Chris had plenty of condoms and lube.
He wanted to fuck Frank. To watch him come apart that way. He was sure Frank would be into it.
Or Frank could fuck Chris. That'd work too.
Chris loved fucking. Being fucked. Every position. But not on such a full stomach. Not on their first night together. Chris put the thought of anal to one side. There'd be another day for that, he was sure.
They were very near collapsing from exhaustion after edging forever.
"Chris, come in my mouth."
Chris wanted to come. He wanted to taste Frank too. He wasn't going to reject that invitation. As if his dick was operated by the sound of Frank's voice, less than a minute passed when Chris felt the orgasm uncoil. "Now! Please, don't stop." Would Frank stop?
Frank's mouth remained in place, draining him of everything.
It wasn't over. Chris couldn't sleep. He had to return the attention. "Your turn." He wanted to do it.
Whether it was because of what just happened or what was about to happen, wearing a smug expression, Frank looked like he'd won the jackpot. He lay down, his head on the pillow.
Chris had already deduced that in the bedroom, Frank was a man of action and few words. When he said "That tasted so good," Chris knew Frank meant more than the words themselves.
"Do what you want with me," Frank added.
Almost out of his mind with the post orgasmic euphoria, Chris focused on Frank and was soon rewarded when the writhing and moans stopped. Frank's dick twitched and pumped as he came in Chris's mouth.
Having swallowed the product of their sex session, there was no cleanup required. They wrapped their arms around each other, drenched in sweat and smelling of sex, and drifted into sleep. Chris was sure he heard a few of the birds outside starting to warm up their singing voices, and he hoped he'd be asleep before the full chorus struck up.
Frank's steady breathing suggested he was gone as soon as he rested his head on the pillow and shut his eyes. He was probably used to a routine in his sleeping pattern. Chris never truly adapted to the twenty-four-hour cycle.
While he drifted in conscious restfulness, Chris acknowledged to himself that Frank could change everything. Chris was so used to being alone. Independent and self-reliant were the kind of words to describe his feelings of being an outsider; better than unconventional, undesirable, and unwanted.