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Authors: Mickey Erlach
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anything underneath , and his cock, the same caramel hue the rest of him was, Paul noticed, stood straight up from his black pubic hair. The thick veined shaft made Paul itch to touch and taste it.
Paul sucked in a breath. “ You … want me?
Carlo pushed his jeans down past his hips and palmed his cock. He rubbed it in slow, light strokes.
Paul stared. He watched Carlo ’ s hand slide up and down the length of his cock. Carlo sagged back into the cushions , and his breath rasped loudly in the room.
“ Get over here, man. Please. I mean, if you want to , ” Carlo sounded insecure.
“ I want to. ” And did he! For three years now.
He came out from behind the camera and crossed over to the sofa. His heart pounded like a jackhammer as he sat gingerly down next to Carlo. Carlo ’ s scent, musk mixed with rain filled his nostrils, made him feel a bit drunk.
Carlo ’ s dark gaze simmered into his. Carlo reached out and cupped the back of Paul ’ s hair. “ I love your hair, ” he said softly. “ It ’ s like silky gold. ” He stroked the back of Paul ’ s short hair and neck with gentle fingertips. A pleasant shiver ran through Paul ’ s body, right into his cock. A brief image of Carlo stroking one of his newly finished bikes this way flitted through his mind, that of an artist appreciating his work. “ Th … thanks. ”
Carlo ’ s lids lowered more. “ I like your blue eyes , too. ” He rubbed the nape of Paul ’ s neck, caressed him with the sweetest touch. “ You like that? ”
Paul nodded. He glanced down. Carlo ’ s hand still rested on his cock, which he stroked lazily. Wow, he couldn ’ t ever have imagined being here like this with the guy of his dreams. Maybe Carlo was just horny, or lonely. Maybe he wouldn ’ t still want Paul after they came. It didn ’ t matter .
With gentle pressure, Carlo drew Paul ’ s face down to his. “ Kiss me, ” he whispered. He parted his lips and brushed them across Paul ’ s. At the first touch, Paul ’ s eyes fluttered closed. God, so soft, Carlo ’ s lips, just as he ’ d always imagined them. Carlo ’ s mustache and goatee tickled his clean-shaven chin in the sexiest way.
He sank in closer to Carlo, surrendered fully to the kiss. His nervousness melted away a bit more , and he ventured to slip his tongue between Carlo ’ s heavenly lips. Carlo murmured softly in his throat and opened his lips wider, danced his tongue hungrily against his. Carlo ’ s hands groped at Paul ’ s T-shirt , lifted the damp material up.
“ I want to see that bod of yours, ” Carlo breathed between kisses.
Paul broke their kiss long enough to help Carlo get his T-shirt off. He was glad that he worked hard to keep in shape. He had the same v-shape to his torso and similarly carved abs and slim waist as Carlo. He and Carlo were almost identical in height and physique.
“ Mmm. ” Carlo sat up and leaned into Paul, pressing Paul back against the cushions.
Paul hitched a deep breath. His skin tingled under Carlo ’ s caresses , and through his hazy pleasure, he saw the contrast of his pale skin with Carlo ’ s caramel skin.
Carlo leaned over and kissed him again while he stroked Paul ’ s chest. Carlo ’ s touch was appreciative, soft and reverent. Even the way he pinched and kneaded Paul ’ s nipples only stoked the hard-on raging in his jeans.
Carlo slid his hand down Paul ’ s stomach and worked open his jeans. He pushed his fingertips under the waistband of Paul ’ s boxers and stroked his cock. Carlo gasped softly and lifted from their kiss. “ Damn, Paulito, ” he said, grinning, “ I always figured you were hung. Now I know for sure. ” Before Paul could answer, Carlo kissed him some more, deep and hot.
Paul groaned into Carlo ’ s mouth and arched his hips upward. Carlo fondled the length of his cock and whispered his masterful touch over his balls, which tightened more with each caress. Carlo pulled away again. “ I love your skin, ”
Paul sucked in a breath. “ You … want me?
Carlo pushed his jeans down past his hips and palmed his cock. He rubbed it in slow, light strokes.
Paul stared. He watched Carlo ’ s hand slide up and down the length of his cock. Carlo sagged back into the cushions , and his breath rasped loudly in the room.
“ Get over here, man. Please. I mean, if you want to , ” Carlo sounded insecure.
“ I want to. ” And did he! For three years now.
He came out from behind the camera and crossed over to the sofa. His heart pounded like a jackhammer as he sat gingerly down next to Carlo. Carlo ’ s scent, musk mixed with rain filled his nostrils, made him feel a bit drunk.
Carlo ’ s dark gaze simmered into his. Carlo reached out and cupped the back of Paul ’ s hair. “ I love your hair, ” he said softly. “ It ’ s like silky gold. ” He stroked the back of Paul ’ s short hair and neck with gentle fingertips. A pleasant shiver ran through Paul ’ s body, right into his cock. A brief image of Carlo stroking one of his newly finished bikes this way flitted through his mind, that of an artist appreciating his work. “ Th … thanks. ”
Carlo ’ s lids lowered more. “ I like your blue eyes , too. ” He rubbed the nape of Paul ’ s neck, caressed him with the sweetest touch. “ You like that? ”
Paul nodded. He glanced down. Carlo ’ s hand still rested on his cock, which he stroked lazily. Wow, he couldn ’ t ever have imagined being here like this with the guy of his dreams. Maybe Carlo was just horny, or lonely. Maybe he wouldn ’ t still want Paul after they came. It didn ’ t matter .
With gentle pressure, Carlo drew Paul ’ s face down to his. “ Kiss me, ” he whispered. He parted his lips and brushed them across Paul ’ s. At the first touch, Paul ’ s eyes fluttered closed. God, so soft, Carlo ’ s lips, just as he ’ d always imagined them. Carlo ’ s mustache and goatee tickled his clean-shaven chin in the sexiest way.
He sank in closer to Carlo, surrendered fully to the kiss. His nervousness melted away a bit more , and he ventured to slip his tongue between Carlo ’ s heavenly lips. Carlo murmured softly in his throat and opened his lips wider, danced his tongue hungrily against his. Carlo ’ s hands groped at Paul ’ s T-shirt , lifted the damp material up.
“ I want to see that bod of yours, ” Carlo breathed between kisses.
Paul broke their kiss long enough to help Carlo get his T-shirt off. He was glad that he worked hard to keep in shape. He had the same v-shape to his torso and similarly carved abs and slim waist as Carlo. He and Carlo were almost identical in height and physique.
“ Mmm. ” Carlo sat up and leaned into Paul, pressing Paul back against the cushions.
Paul hitched a deep breath. His skin tingled under Carlo ’ s caresses , and through his hazy pleasure, he saw the contrast of his pale skin with Carlo ’ s caramel skin.
Carlo leaned over and kissed him again while he stroked Paul ’ s chest. Carlo ’ s touch was appreciative, soft and reverent. Even the way he pinched and kneaded Paul ’ s nipples only stoked the hard-on raging in his jeans.
Carlo slid his hand down Paul ’ s stomach and worked open his jeans. He pushed his fingertips under the waistband of Paul ’ s boxers and stroked his cock. Carlo gasped softly and lifted from their kiss. “ Damn, Paulito, ” he said, grinning, “ I always figured you were hung. Now I know for sure. ” Before Paul could answer, Carlo kissed him some more, deep and hot.
Paul groaned into Carlo ’ s mouth and arched his hips upward. Carlo fondled the length of his cock and whispered his masterful touch over his balls, which tightened more with each caress. Carlo pulled away again. “ I love your skin, ”
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