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reached down and pulled me up into a
    kiss, our tongues dancing together, and rolled me over so
    that he was on top, and began to unbutton my shirt as well.
    “Oh God,” he sighed when he saw my hairy chest. “So
    beautiful! I’ve wanted to touch it since that day at the
    stables.”
    “Really?” I asked. Him too? That far back?
    “Really,” he said and pressed his face between my pecs,
    doing what I had done to him. Kissing, licking, sucking, and
    nibbling at my nipples, then burying his face in my pits. I
    had less hair there than he did, despite my hairy chest,
    allowing him to tease at it, biting with his teeth and pulling
    back.
    “Oh, Shawn!”
    I rolled him back over, and we kissed more, only to have
    him roll me back as well. “So big,” he said, running his
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    hands along the muscles of my chest and through the hair
    that grew there.
    I reached out and touched his chest as well, and while
    he may not have had my definition, he was beautiful. Just
    beautiful.
    “Gotta see all of you,” I said, and used my strength to
    roll him back under me and scooted down to unbuckle his
    belt and pop open his pants. Anxious as I was, I pulled that
    zipper down slowly, and the underwear clad length of him
    pushed up through the divide. There was a wet spot, his
    precum, a sight that always thrilled me, and I lowered myself
    to suck up the moisture, allowing my tongue to run across
    his cockhead. The flavor was sweet and gamey, all man. The
    little taste wasn’t enough, and as I pulled what I could of his
    underwear down, his cock popped up into my view.
    “Oh,” I said and felt my mouth fill with saliva.
    “You don’t mind?” he whispered.
    “That you’re uncut?” I asked surprised.
    “Some men don’t seem to like it,” he said.
    “They’re crazy,” I said, and tugged lightly so that the
    foreskin slowly revealed his wet glans, like unwrapping a
    present. My Christmas present. I sucked it into my mouth,
    and he cried out, and I remembered how sensitive he might
    be. I carefully licked up the precum, swirled my tongue
    around the marble-smooth head, took him as deep as I
    could. It still wasn’t enough.
    I stood and took the waist of both his pants and his
    underwear in my hands and said, “Lift up.”
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    He did, and I pulled them down over his legs, beautiful
    muscular legs covered in dark silky hair that had a sheen in
    the candlelight. I pulled off his socks—he must have kicked
    off his shoes somewhere—and I saw his feet. Even they were
    beautiful. Strong and perfect, his toes long but flawless, a
    smattering of hair across their knuckles, just like the tops of
    his feet. Their scent, delicate but manly, rose to greet me,
    and unable to help myself I lifted his feet and kissed them
    before sucking each toe, one by one.
    “Oh El!” he cried. “Oh! I… never had….”
    “Never had your toes sucked?” I asked with a grin and
    then nursed on the next one.
    “So… intense.”
    My grin widened with the thrill of it. There’d been so
    many men who had told me they were too ticklish or worse,
    disgusted, when I tried to make love to their feet. I was doing
    something Shawn had never done, and he was allowing
    himself to experience it. When the final toe had been
    carefully taken care of, I ran my tongue wide and flat down
    the sole of his feet. He shouted out, started to pull his feet
    away, and didn’t, started to pull them away again, and
    didn’t. He was trembling, his head thrashing from side to
    side, his cock leaping.
    And, oh, I had to have that.
    I released his feet, let them fall around me as I moved in
    between his legs, spreading them with my hips, and right
    before I could suck his lovely cock, I heard him quietly say,
    “Are you going to fuck me?”
    I stopped. “Do you want me to, Shawn?”
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    “Yes,” he sighed.
    “You’re a bottom then?” I asked. Nice.
    “I don’t know,” he