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Authors: Neil Plakcy
Tags: Contemporary, Lgbt
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his biceps and feel the tender skin of his lower back. He traced that pattern of music notes up Miles’s arm. “Is this a particular melody?”
“The first four notes of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony.” Miles sang, “Duh-duh-duh-DAH.”
“Why that?”
“It was revolutionary for his time. The tempo is so fast—one hundred eight beats per minute. And it has a fermata after that fourth note. That means you can hold that note for as long as you want.” Miles shrugged. “It just spoke to me, I guess.” He smiled at Gavin, leaned forward, and kissed him again.
As they kissed, Gavin listened to the slow, sexy Latin tune, and he began to move in time with the music. Miles began to sway his hips, and he took Gavin’s hand. “Let me teach you a dance,” he said, his voice thick.
“I dance better barefoot.” Gavin kicked off his deck shoes, and while he did, Miles removed his shoes and socks as well. Then Miles put one hand around Gavin’s waist and the other on his shoulder and swiveled his hips.
Gavin did his best to follow his lead, and it felt so right to be in Miles’s arms. Gavin dug his hands beneath the waistband of Miles’s sweatpants, feeling the smooth skin of Miles’s hips.
When the song ended, Gavin reached forward and rested his palm against Miles’s hard-on. It was warm and felt thick, and Miles shivered at his touch. Gavin’s hair fell over Miles’s shoulder.
Gavin couldn’t wait any longer, so he untied the string that held Miles’s sweatpants up, and they slid down over Miles’s narrow hips.
He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Gavin slid to his knees and cupped the hefty dick and balls in his hand. “Nice,” he said.
Miles groaned as Gavin licked from his dick’s root to its tip. Gavin grabbed the round globes of Miles’s ass and pushed his head down, swallowing Miles until his nose was buried in the rich, wiry bush. “Not here,” Miles panted. “Bedroom.”
Miles tugged Gavin to his feet and turned toward an open door. Barefoot and bare-chested but still wearing his skinny jeans, Gavin followed. He admired Miles’s ass, a glowing tan with a trail of dark hair disappearing into the cleft.
Three of the bedroom walls were covered with vintage concert posters; a tall bookcase jammed with oversize books took up the other. At the center was a big bed with a black-lacquered frame. It was neatly made, with white sheets peeking out from beneath a geometric-patterned comforter, big fluffy pillows at the head.
Gavin planned to make a mess out of that carefully made bed. He pushed Miles backward, and Miles flopped on his back as Gavin crawled on top of him. He began kissing and licking his way down Miles’s furry chest, burying his nose in the feathery-light hair, until the landscape changed and he was in the domain of the tight curlies.
His hair falling around him like a curtain, he nosed around Miles’s crotch, inhaling his tangy scent, while Miles put his hands on Gavin’s shoulders and urged him forward. “Don’t tease me, man. Just suck me. Please.”
“All in good time.” Gavin loved the feeling of Miles’s hands on his skin, the way Miles dug into his shoulders like a massage therapist.
He took a few experimental licks up the lollipop of Miles’s dick, and Miles shivered beneath him. “Dios mio,” Miles said in a raspy voice that was almost a growl.
Gavin took Miles’s dick in his mouth, nibbled around the mushroom cap, licked, and sucked. He tried to go slowly, to savor the feeling of having this man in his power. Miles squirmed and wiggled and muttered Spanish phrases.
The precum oozing from the tip was a salty aphrodisiac, like oysters or caviar, and Gavin couldn’t get enough of it. Miles grabbed a fistful of Gavin’s hair and tensed. “I’m sorry,” he panted. “Can’t hold back…been too long.”
Gavin pushed forward, sucking and licking as hard as he could, tickling Miles’s balls and the sensitive area around the base of his cock, and then
“The first four notes of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony.” Miles sang, “Duh-duh-duh-DAH.”
“Why that?”
“It was revolutionary for his time. The tempo is so fast—one hundred eight beats per minute. And it has a fermata after that fourth note. That means you can hold that note for as long as you want.” Miles shrugged. “It just spoke to me, I guess.” He smiled at Gavin, leaned forward, and kissed him again.
As they kissed, Gavin listened to the slow, sexy Latin tune, and he began to move in time with the music. Miles began to sway his hips, and he took Gavin’s hand. “Let me teach you a dance,” he said, his voice thick.
“I dance better barefoot.” Gavin kicked off his deck shoes, and while he did, Miles removed his shoes and socks as well. Then Miles put one hand around Gavin’s waist and the other on his shoulder and swiveled his hips.
Gavin did his best to follow his lead, and it felt so right to be in Miles’s arms. Gavin dug his hands beneath the waistband of Miles’s sweatpants, feeling the smooth skin of Miles’s hips.
When the song ended, Gavin reached forward and rested his palm against Miles’s hard-on. It was warm and felt thick, and Miles shivered at his touch. Gavin’s hair fell over Miles’s shoulder.
Gavin couldn’t wait any longer, so he untied the string that held Miles’s sweatpants up, and they slid down over Miles’s narrow hips.
He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Gavin slid to his knees and cupped the hefty dick and balls in his hand. “Nice,” he said.
Miles groaned as Gavin licked from his dick’s root to its tip. Gavin grabbed the round globes of Miles’s ass and pushed his head down, swallowing Miles until his nose was buried in the rich, wiry bush. “Not here,” Miles panted. “Bedroom.”
Miles tugged Gavin to his feet and turned toward an open door. Barefoot and bare-chested but still wearing his skinny jeans, Gavin followed. He admired Miles’s ass, a glowing tan with a trail of dark hair disappearing into the cleft.
Three of the bedroom walls were covered with vintage concert posters; a tall bookcase jammed with oversize books took up the other. At the center was a big bed with a black-lacquered frame. It was neatly made, with white sheets peeking out from beneath a geometric-patterned comforter, big fluffy pillows at the head.
Gavin planned to make a mess out of that carefully made bed. He pushed Miles backward, and Miles flopped on his back as Gavin crawled on top of him. He began kissing and licking his way down Miles’s furry chest, burying his nose in the feathery-light hair, until the landscape changed and he was in the domain of the tight curlies.
His hair falling around him like a curtain, he nosed around Miles’s crotch, inhaling his tangy scent, while Miles put his hands on Gavin’s shoulders and urged him forward. “Don’t tease me, man. Just suck me. Please.”
“All in good time.” Gavin loved the feeling of Miles’s hands on his skin, the way Miles dug into his shoulders like a massage therapist.
He took a few experimental licks up the lollipop of Miles’s dick, and Miles shivered beneath him. “Dios mio,” Miles said in a raspy voice that was almost a growl.
Gavin took Miles’s dick in his mouth, nibbled around the mushroom cap, licked, and sucked. He tried to go slowly, to savor the feeling of having this man in his power. Miles squirmed and wiggled and muttered Spanish phrases.
The precum oozing from the tip was a salty aphrodisiac, like oysters or caviar, and Gavin couldn’t get enough of it. Miles grabbed a fistful of Gavin’s hair and tensed. “I’m sorry,” he panted. “Can’t hold back…been too long.”
Gavin pushed forward, sucking and licking as hard as he could, tickling Miles’s balls and the sensitive area around the base of his cock, and then
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