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high-maintenance bundle of nerves not worth his attention? Would Dan learn things about Chris that would disillusion him? Maybe he’d so associated Chris with the comfort of holiday trappings, he hadn’t seen the real man. Perhaps once the menorah was packed up and put away, the bond between them would disappear with it.
Chris had to be thinking the same. He knew these poems. He hadn’t stopped at these words by chance. Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?
Dan had let other relationships slip away because of similar fears. And maybe that had been the best thing to do with those other men; he could barely remember some of their names. But was that the right path now? Maybe it was time to take a stand and try to hold on to a miracle.
Maybe Chris wouldn’t want to try. Maybe they’d both try and fail. But what if they succeeded?
After dinner, Dan offered to give Chris a massage. He remembered how, when they’d sixty-nined, he’d imitated each of Chris’s moves. Chris had liked that. And didn’t people often give you what they wanted themselves, not out of egotism, but because it was something they imagined everyone would enjoy? So perhaps Chris would like a massage.
Chris looked surprised but pleased, as if no one had ever offered before, which made Dan even more anxious to do a good job. He didn’t have Chris’s hands or experience, but he was no weakling, and by dint of demanding feedback, he soon found a rhythm. The muscles in Chris’s back were like iron, and it was hard to tell if he was loosening them appreciably, but Chris made purring noises, so he figured he was doing okay.
When he’d worked his way along Chris’s arms, down his back, and then to that very excellent ass, Dan hesitated for a moment. But the temptation was great, and Dan had never had much self-control.
Chris shivered and groaned when Dan bent down, kissing a path along his spine, opening those firm ass cheeks, then giving that gorgeous butt the attention it deserved.
When Dan raised his head, Chris raised up to his knees, offering himself in obvious invitation.
Dan took a deep breath. He wanted to pump his fist and shout, Yes! Instead he said, “You don’t have to.”
Chris rolled over to face him. There was no reluctance in his expression. “I want to. I love it as much as I love topping. But when you’re as big as I am, guys don’t expect you to bottom.”
“I like the unexpected.”
Chris’s intense expression softened. “Yeah?”
Dan crouched between Chris's legs, sliding his hands along the undersides of those impressive thighs. “And I’ve wanted this ass ever since I saw you bending over to pick up that package on your porch.”
Chris sighed, letting his legs drop open in a gesture that would seem like surrender if there hadn’t been so much eagerness in his voice. “My ass has belonged to your package from the moment you opened your door and smiled at me.”
Dan tried to keep his resolution to mimic Chris’s moves, going slowly and carefully. But Chris thwarted him by bucking against his fingers, demanding two and then three in short order, and insisting he needed Dan inside him.
Apparently what Chris liked to do to another man and what he liked done to him were different matters. So as Dan slipped a condom over his cock, he asked, “How do you want it?”
“However you want me.” Chris’s eyes were darker than Dan had ever seen them. He meant his words. That was the turn-on for him when he bottomed, Dan realized. He wanted to be used and to be told what to do.
Which left Dan with a dilemma. He wanted to use that big body fiercely, without mercy, but he needed to see Chris’s reactions too. He looked around the room, saw what he needed, then smiled. “Roll over. No, not there. I want you right here.”
When he had Chris positioned exactly as he wanted him on all fours, sweating, panting, and needy, he lined up his cock, then pushed in. He had one hand on
Chris had to be thinking the same. He knew these poems. He hadn’t stopped at these words by chance. Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?
Dan had let other relationships slip away because of similar fears. And maybe that had been the best thing to do with those other men; he could barely remember some of their names. But was that the right path now? Maybe it was time to take a stand and try to hold on to a miracle.
Maybe Chris wouldn’t want to try. Maybe they’d both try and fail. But what if they succeeded?
After dinner, Dan offered to give Chris a massage. He remembered how, when they’d sixty-nined, he’d imitated each of Chris’s moves. Chris had liked that. And didn’t people often give you what they wanted themselves, not out of egotism, but because it was something they imagined everyone would enjoy? So perhaps Chris would like a massage.
Chris looked surprised but pleased, as if no one had ever offered before, which made Dan even more anxious to do a good job. He didn’t have Chris’s hands or experience, but he was no weakling, and by dint of demanding feedback, he soon found a rhythm. The muscles in Chris’s back were like iron, and it was hard to tell if he was loosening them appreciably, but Chris made purring noises, so he figured he was doing okay.
When he’d worked his way along Chris’s arms, down his back, and then to that very excellent ass, Dan hesitated for a moment. But the temptation was great, and Dan had never had much self-control.
Chris shivered and groaned when Dan bent down, kissing a path along his spine, opening those firm ass cheeks, then giving that gorgeous butt the attention it deserved.
When Dan raised his head, Chris raised up to his knees, offering himself in obvious invitation.
Dan took a deep breath. He wanted to pump his fist and shout, Yes! Instead he said, “You don’t have to.”
Chris rolled over to face him. There was no reluctance in his expression. “I want to. I love it as much as I love topping. But when you’re as big as I am, guys don’t expect you to bottom.”
“I like the unexpected.”
Chris’s intense expression softened. “Yeah?”
Dan crouched between Chris's legs, sliding his hands along the undersides of those impressive thighs. “And I’ve wanted this ass ever since I saw you bending over to pick up that package on your porch.”
Chris sighed, letting his legs drop open in a gesture that would seem like surrender if there hadn’t been so much eagerness in his voice. “My ass has belonged to your package from the moment you opened your door and smiled at me.”
Dan tried to keep his resolution to mimic Chris’s moves, going slowly and carefully. But Chris thwarted him by bucking against his fingers, demanding two and then three in short order, and insisting he needed Dan inside him.
Apparently what Chris liked to do to another man and what he liked done to him were different matters. So as Dan slipped a condom over his cock, he asked, “How do you want it?”
“However you want me.” Chris’s eyes were darker than Dan had ever seen them. He meant his words. That was the turn-on for him when he bottomed, Dan realized. He wanted to be used and to be told what to do.
Which left Dan with a dilemma. He wanted to use that big body fiercely, without mercy, but he needed to see Chris’s reactions too. He looked around the room, saw what he needed, then smiled. “Roll over. No, not there. I want you right here.”
When he had Chris positioned exactly as he wanted him on all fours, sweating, panting, and needy, he lined up his cock, then pushed in. He had one hand on
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