Long Time Coming

Mike left the kitchen as I poured myself a cup of
coffee. Alex stacked their breakfast dishes neatly in the
sink.

"I'll wash the dishes when I get back," said Alex. "I'm
going for a walk. I promised a few people the next time I
was in town, I would stop by."

I knew this was Alex's way of thinking things over. He
needed space, some time to be alone to sort out his thoughts.

Mike had gone to take a shower. I couldn't help
wondering if he was jacking off in my bathroom. As the
thought crossed my mind, I envisioned him at that moment
rubbing his big cock into a frothy lather. I found the
possibility to be both exciting and tormenting. I listened
outside the bathroom door for the sound of running water to
stop. I wanted to be there when he came out. I wanted to be
near him. I wanted to smell the fragrance of his clean young
flesh.

I made our meeting in the hall that connected the
bedrooms and bath appear to be quite accidental. I knew Mike
was dying for some cock action -- I'd overheard enough of
their conversation in the kitchen to know that much. And
while I was desperate to provide him with the right tool to
remedy his dilemma, I didn't want to appear to desperate.

Mike was naked as he stepped out of the steamy bathroom
into the hall. He carried his towel in front of him,
concealing his manhood as he turned toward the bedroom he and
Alex shared. He was a little startled when we came face to
face. Quickly regaining his composure, he flashed me one of
his notorious smiles.

"Where's Alex?" he asked.

"He went for a walk."

Enlightened to the fact that we were alone, he tossed
his damp towel up over his shoulder. Instinctively, my eyes
dropped to admire his huge, spongy cockmeat.

Entirely at ease with his vulnerability, Mike casually
rested his lean shoulders back against the wall. "I think
Alex is a little pissed at me."

I tried to look surprised. "He didn't say anything."

"He wouldn't," said Mike. "You know how Alex is."

Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked offering a
sympathetic ear.

Mike hesitated. In his contemplation, his thick prick
had begun to noticeably lengthen and swell. "You've always
seemed pretty cool," said Mike. I was flattered by his
observation. "I think you might understand."

"You see," Mike continued, "Alex and I used to mess
around a lot -- you know, jacking each other off and shit. I
kind of miss that, you know. Well, I made the big mistake of
assuming Alex did too. But I guess he's changed."

I placed and understanding hand on Mike's shoulder. His
beautiful face seemed to immediately light up. "I don't
think Alex has changed as much as you might think. Sometimes
people just have a tough time dealing with their real
feelings."

Mike nodded agreeably. His heavy cock, now half hard,
arched out over his magnificent, down-covered balls.

"Give Alex a little time to decide what's right for
him," I said, and gave his shoulder an affectionate little
squeeze that made both of us tingle with excitement.

"Good advice," said Mike, his hand creeping across his
smooth, muscular thigh. His perfectly chiseled cockhead
flared with irresistible enthusiasm as the tips of his long,
thin fingers came in contact with his huge, low-hung balls.

My nuts were on fire. My jaws ached with desire for his
enormous cock. When my tongue fluttered from my mouth to
moisten my passionate lips, I could almost taste the pungent
flavor of his delicious-looking manflesh.

Mike's eyes playfully scanned up and down my body. I
was twice his age, but kept myself in top condition. I might
have been more mature, showing a few signs of gray here and
there, but my lust burned every bit as hot as his.

Mike's cock rose up to confirm what I already knew to be
true. He was as intrigued with me as I was with him. I
could no longer ignore the lust hammering through my veins.
I found myself reaching out and placing the palm of my hand
affectionately under his stately chin. Until Alex came to
his senses, I would gladly be his surrogate.

Mike's body tensed as I leaned forward and placed my
lips on his. At first he seemed apprehensive about being
kissed by another man. I had the feeling he had done his
share of fucking around with other guys, but he'd never
really made love. That was all about to change.

Mike exhaled passionately through his nose as he gave in
to his desperate longing. I felt his lips tighten over mine,
and his slippery tongue darted into my mouth. I put my arms
around him and pulled his sweet-smelling young body against
mine. His manly need made him like putty in my hands. There
was no mistaking the fact that he was mine to shape, mold,
and use as my heart desired.

Mike unfastened my pants as I squeezed the firm orbs of
his hairless ass. My fingers flowed effortlessly over the
solid texture of his slender little butt. The slick, almost
polished feel of his tight skin sent me into orbit. I
couldn't get enough of this kid. The instant he exposed my
seven-inch cock, it sprang up, beseeching the soft wet caress
of his full, sizzling lips.

Mike eagerly dropped to his knees, tonguing the head of
my anxious dick into a frenzy of syrupy pre-cum. Slowly, we
withered onto the floor. The tips of my exploring fingers
found the tiny nubs of his erect nipples. His cock twitched
with excitement as I gently took hold of the delicate nucleus
of his sensitive, hallooed breasts. I pulled my cock from his
greedy, sucking mouth and kissed him passionately.

I followed the line of his clean-shaven jaw with my
tongue, savoring the intoxicating fragrance of his manly
scent. The excitement surging through his veins pulsed
rhythmically against my lips as I caressed his princely neck.
His youthful body trembled as my hand came to rest on his
thick, rigid rod.

Mike's huge organ heaved restlessly as I began my
deliberate descent down his smooth torso.