An Unexpected Attraction - Part 3
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*Malcolm*
Trip's an
excellent kisser. I knew he would be. Tender at first, barely touching me
with his lips, then a sensual stroking with the tip of his tongue just inside
my lower lip. I shivered at the sensation, and his hands caressed the back of
my head and stroked down my neck. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, gave
it a gentle nibble. His tongue sought admittance and I parted my lips eagerly
in welcome. He explored me thoroughly, probing and retreating, before finally
thrusting in deeper, ravishing me with his tongue. I returned his kisses with
enthusiasm, indulging in some extra-lingual explorations of my own.
We took our
time, savoring it, feeding greedily at each other's lips. Each time our lips
parted, they were drawn together again, as if pulled together by some magnetic
force. I was ablaze. Trip's passion was a fire devouring me, and I rejoiced
in my own consumption. I was finally exactly where I'd longed to be from
almost the first moment I set eyes on this man. I moaned my approval deep in
my throat and heard an answering growl from Trip.
Our hands
were wandering farther afield, and I dimly realized that we were both still
fully clothed. I decided to see what I could do about this deplorable
situation. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and began to unbutton it. Once
Trip realized what I was up to, he joined in, pulling my shirt up over my head
and throwing it over his shoulder. I pulled his shirt down his arms and it
joined mine somewhere across the room. We kissed almost desperately, lips
pressing and sliding, tongues stroking.
At some
point we lay down on the bed, still kissing, hands stroking newly uncovered
skin. My hands traveled across and down Trip's smoothly muscled back and
insinuated themselves under the heavy denim of his jeans. I cupped what I
could reach of his delicious bum and pulled his groin toward mine. Once I had
contact, I began to roll my hips into him, getting some heavenly friction
going.
Trip
surprised me by reaching between us and undoing both our trousers. There was a
brief struggle as we pulled and kicked them off, leaving us clad only in our
briefs. I pulled my mouth from Trip's and turned my head, intercepting his
returning lips with my cheek. He didn't seem to mind and I felt his burning
kisses trail along my jaw to my ear. His teeth grasped my earlobe and tugged
lightly before his tongue decided to go exploring again. I shuddered at the
wet caress of his tongue in my ear and found myself gasping and unable to put
two words together intelligently.
"Trip.
Wait. Oh God." My hands scrabbled against his chest, pushing him back
slightly. He loosened his grip and pulled back far enough to look at me. Oh,
he's a glorious sight. Lips kiss-swollen, face flushed, eyes dark and aroused,
panting. I nearly forgot my reason for interrupting him. I put a hand on his
cheek and stared into those passion filled eyes.
"What
do you want?" His brow furrowed a little as he pondered my words. I must
have confused him.
"How
far do you want to take this?" I clarified.
He got my
meaning then, but he looked uncertain. I decided to take matters into my own
hands, so to speak. Placing my hand on his erection, I rubbed gently.
"Let's
keep it simple, then, shall we?" Trip's face relaxed and he muttered
something unintelligible before he swooped down to reclaim my lips.
I needed to
see all of him. I wanted him to see me. I slipped his briefs down over his
hips and he kicked them off. Mine followed. I slid my hand up over his hip,
across his quivering stomach muscles and gently folded it around his impressive
erection. Trip let loose a long, drawn out moan as I ran my hand up and down
the shaft once, in appraisal. He's gorgeous, perfect, and for this moment in
time, all mine. I longed to taste him, but tamped down my desire. We're going
slow, one step at a time. I didn't want to spook my new lover.
I realized
he was looking down at my hand on his cock, and at my own hard erection. He
reached out a tentative hand and gently grasped me. I was almost shuddering in
excitement, and the mere touch of his hand on my cock was almost my undoing. I
held off, barely, moaning low in my throat and panting.
I pulled
our hips together until our erections were touching. I wrapped my hand around
as much of both cocks that I could. Trip got the idea and wrapped his hand
around from the other side. Together we stroked and kissed and rubbed, and in
an embarrassingly short amount of time both of us cried out in ecstasy.
***
*Trip*
I finally
had sex with Malcolm. I'd agonized about it for nearly a week after that damn
fool jerk-off circle we'd done. My first reaction was to say "no
thanks" and go on as if nothing had happened. But I underestimated my own
libido. I found myself watching Malcolm. Walking. Talking. Eating. Working
out in the gym.
I never
realized before just how much time I spent hovering behind him on the bridge.
And apparently my cock liked what it saw. A lot. I found myself with a
perpetual hard-on whenever I was around him. So I started avoiding him, out of
self-defense. It's difficult to walk, much less get any work done, with your dick
clamoring for attention all day.
I
considered my options for a week, until I couldn't take it anymore. The little
head had won the battle. So over lunch, Malcolm and I arranged to meet up
after the movie that night. It was a tad awkward at first, but we had a drink
to loosen us up and things got hot pretty quickly from there.
Malcolm has
a very talented mouth. With those lips of his, I just knew he'd be a terrific
kisser. I was right. Although I'm no slouch in that department myself. Growing
up, I'd probably spent more than my fair share of time making out with girls
who wouldn't do much more than swap tongues. He musta seen that I was kinda
nervous, because we just kissed for awhile. I'm not real sure exactly how it
happened, but we ended up naked together on my bed, jerking each other off. I
haven't come that hard in a long time. Malcolm seemed kinda overwhelmed too.
We lay
there together for awhile after that, kissing and cuddling. Malcolm couldn't
seem to keep his hands off me, kept touching and stroking me as if to convince
himself I was really there. I gave him a real nice hickey on his neck; I even
kept it low enough that his uniform would cover it up. I was just starting to
wonder if that was it for the evening when I felt Malcolm's dick start to get
hard again and his hands roamed with more intent.
"Up
for more?" he asked, his eyes dark and a slightly wicked smile on his
lips.
"Getting
there," I said, looking down to see my own dick sitting up to beg for
whatever more might turn out to be.
Malcolm
kissed me hard and said he wanted to taste every inch of me. He didn't get to
every inch, but I sure didn't mind, because he concentrated on the most
important ten inches I have. He licked and sucked my balls and up and down the
shaft. He told me he wanted to taste my come and really started blowing me,
his head bobbing up and down on my happy cock. When he pushed a slippery
finger into my ass, I started seeing stars as his warm mouth continued
performing miracles on my dick.
Finally,
the feel of his lips and tongue and fingers became too much, and I came even
harder than before, sending volleys of cum down his throat. And he swallowed.
I really hadn't thought about it, but it was a real nice thing for him to do.
He slid back up to give me a kiss and could taste myself in his mouth. Not bad
exactly, just bitter and kind of salty. He said I was delicious. I was amazed
to find that I could still blush, while lying naked in bed with the guy who'd
just sucked me off. Malcolm hadn't come yet, and his erection waved at me as
he settled back onto the bed beside me.
"You
don't have to if you don't want to, Trip," he told me, but I could see the
hopeful look in his eyes.
I gave him
what I hoped was a close approximation of his own sly smirk before sliding down
his body until my head was even with his dick. I'd had plenty of women go down
on me and I knew what felt good. I didn't need tutoring for this! I knelt by
his side, opened my mouth, and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.
Then I slid down slowly, managing to get about half his length in my mouth. It
felt and tasted sort of like what I imagined it would, smooth and a bit spongy
around a hard core, and a little salty and musky. In fact, I kinda liked it.
I got my
mouth slippery with worked-up saliva and coated Malcolm's cock liberally with
it as I moved up and down. I was rewarded with grunts from Malcolm, who raised
up to a semi-sitting position on the bed, watching. I doubled my efforts on
Malcolm's dick, moving my head back and forth as I fucked him with my mouth. I
licked all up and down his cock and even sucked on his balls a little.
I knew I
was doing a good job when Malcolm began moaning loudly and I felt his hand
settle gently on the back of my head, caressing my hair. He made no effort to
guide or control me though, and I kept on milking Malcolm's cock, diving down
on it, trying for deeper and deeper strokes. I felt his balls tightening up in
my hand and Malcolm groaned a warning, pulling up on my head with the hand
tangled in my hair.
I had to
make a fast decision. Swallow or not? Did I want it? Hell yeah! I grunted a
negation and kept up the pressure while Malcolm moaned more and more
insistently. The moans choked off and I felt his hips buck and my mouth filled
with his salty, slimy semen. I swallowed a lot of it, but a good amount
overflowed my lips, coating my chin and puddling on his groin. Malcolm
collapsed back onto the bed after his orgasm and lay there, panting
contentedly. Considering that it was the first time I had given anyone a
blowjob, I think I did pretty good. I sat up and grinned at him, wiping his
cum off my face.
"Was
it good for you too?" I asked impudently.
"Good?
I'm going to register your mouth with the Armory. A dangerous weapon like that
should be in the inventory." Malcolm wiped his face with his hand and
continued up into his hair, ruffling it appealingly. I laughed and crawled
back into his arms for an extended cuddle. We fell asleep like that, twined
together like a couple of snakes in the bed.