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Oh sweet boy, your body is so wonderful. I love the way your ass tenses, then gives, as I thrust up into you. It’s as if you’re always a little bit scared, but want to open up to me completely at the same time. I know when I’ve pushed my entire cock into you to the hilt, you feel full and complete in a way that leaves a void when I’m gone. You feel my thighs pushing against your bubble ass, my torso rocking against your back and just go off to heaven don’t you? You’re so at home under me. It’s where you belong. I hear those helpless noises being pushed out of your throat every time I thrust; is your head exploding from the way the comforter is rubbing against cock your trapped under you? You don’t even care. You just want to be fucked. We’re perfect for each other.
Oh, your skin is so warm. You smell like peaches and sandalwood and I’m ravenous for you. That’s why I keep licking your shoulder, just for a taste of you, your scent and your sweat is ambrosia. I’m so grateful for you, boy, for understanding how to submit and for letting me claim your ass. There’s no words I can use to explain to you how much I adore you. I hope you can read my mind, all these thoughts I’m thinking about you, although it’s a bit fuzzy in here now…I’m getting closer and closer to cumming, but I’m taking my time. I won’t rush this. Every second I am in your velvet body goes by far too fast, but the more I penetrate you, the more time slows down. I’m reaching that moment where everything falls away beyond our bed, beyond the walls, beyond the doors. It’s just you and I alone in this. There is nothing more sacred and instinctual than coupling. When I am with you, I am home.

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A typical Friday night of foosball and football on the TV becomes that special night when you finally get that boy. When a playful kiss ends up more than just an impulse, and suddenly you’re allowed to undress him and his penis is jutting out in front of his body expecting your attention. Something about seeing his cock and balls hanging and protruding on display turns any doubts about this off, and your brain puts all other functions on ‘hibernate’ so it can devote all its energy to sex.

You get your arms around him, cradling his torso, one hand sliding down to his thigh. You want his cock, and he wants you to have it. He’s acting like a woman, parting his legs, trying to encourage you to give attention to his pussy. It turns you on in dizzying, incredible ways to know that a man is expecting you to take him, that he’s silently accepted you as the dominant one.

The high lasts for nearly an hour, a two man orgy of touching, caressing, kissing, and sucking. Not an inch left unexplored, no erogenous zone neglected. The sex lasts maybe ten minutes but you know the penetration is just the finale. By the time you reach the breeding, the pulling his hips flush with yours so you can get deeper in him part, you are just an animal recreating what your ancestors have been doing for millennia.

He’s very hot, and very malleable in your hands. His penis feels like a silk flower in your fingers, his balls soft permissions heavy on the branch. Wetness is everywhere.

The next morning you both convince yourselves it was a dream and never reconnect on Fridays again. You don’t see each other for nearly 15 years, until one day he finds you online, and messages you out of the blue: “Do you still wonder if it was real or not?”
Your heart leaps at his message and you reply: “Every day.”
“Do you ever wish it were real?”
“Every day.”
“555-921-8266.”

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