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Silver heat
Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: First Time Gay Male, Author: riterman2
... the deck?" "Could we stay up here where I can hear the ocean, the porpoises, see the sun, hear the gulls?" "Whatever you want, my buddy, whatever you want." "I looked up into those dark piercing eyes that once again drew me deep, held me transfixed. "I am afraid, Lance. Will you help me?" "Yes! Don't be afraid." We stood in silence for a time, nestled together, watching the porpoises who gambol. His arm was around me. I was half turned toward him, sort of tucked under his muscled arm, my face flat against his firm broad chest, listening to his heartbeat. He took my other hand and laid my flat palm against the front of his white shorts and I again felt the weight, the heft, the length of him. "Feel me," he whispered to me. "Feel my need for you. Feel it grow." "What will you do to me?" I whispered back. "So much. Everything. Not to you. With you. For you. For us. What will you do to me?" There was a knot in my throat as big as Gibraltar as I replied, "I. . . will. . . do. . . Whatever you want me to. Will you guide me, teach me, show me what to do?" I waited several very long seconds for his reply, when it came it startled me, challenged me. "Open my shorts and take out my cock." I hesitated a very long time, not sure I wanted to go down this 'road not taken', not sure what I wanted. Lance did not hurry me, did not speak or encourage me further. He simply waited, his patience infinite, ...
... those enthralling ebony eyes beckoning, challenging. My knees were weak and my tongue dry and I could not speak as I struggled with the zipper and button of his shorts. I discovered that Lance wore no underwear. When the last button was undone, his shorts fell to his feet; his cock sprang up like a viper looking to strike. It was the first real man cock I had ever seen, especially up this close. I thought I would be repelled, revolted, but quite the contrary. I thought it one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Lance's penis was long, though not grotesquely so, dark and heavy and covered by a long smooth foreskin over its whole length except for the very tip which protruded as if it were an eye looking up at me, questioning. My breathing nearly ceased, my heart pounded as I took his fullness into my palm, measuring the weight, the heft of him, looking down at his rampant cock, marking his growth as I held him, feeling the power grow in him, the bl**d surging, pulsing. Feeling the first surge of the power I would eventually have over him. "Oh god," I gasped. I looked back up into his eyes. "Oh god, what next," I thought. And still he waited. "What now," I finally managed to mutter, barely audible above the crash of the sea, the call of the gulls, the song of the porpoises, the thrumming of my heart in my ears. I hope he doesn't want to see my dick, I thought to myself. I am so tiny compared to him. His limpid eyes shone as he answered, "What ...