Silver heat - Sex Stories

Silver heat

... my mind somewhere beyond sight and sound and reason. My heart beat faster and faster, but my lungs could not breathe deeply. I wanted badly to throw myself on lance and take whatever he was willing to give, give whatever he was willing to take. But a cold dread held me in its tight grip. Fear and longing seemed meshed together in an unbreakable web around my heart, my soul. Numbly I sat beside him. &#034We both look kind of silly sitting here with no pants on but shirts still on. Here, let me.&#034 Deftly he reached and pulled my polo over my head in one swift motion, then slipped off his own and tossed both in the corner. The hair on his chest was a tight, dark, curled little nest. A dark line led down from there, past his navel and into the dark bush that surrounded his genitals. His heavy dark cock stood pointing straight up his belly, his ball sack huge and hanging. In contrast I was almost skinny, my chest totally hairless, my cock thin and pink, also pointing straight up, hard as a railroad spike and about the same size, my pubic hair blond and sparse, shining in the sunlight, my ball sack small and tight. &#034Are you cold?&#034 &#034No, I'm okay.&#034 &#034But you are shivering.&#034 &#034I am afraid.&#034 &#034Of what?&#034 &#034I don't know. Everything. You maybe.&#034 He placed his hand on my naked thigh. I sighed deeply. &#034Neal?&#034 &#034Yes Lance?&#034 He slid to his knees between my knees and looked up at me with those eyes so earnest. &#034I am going to ...

... suck your cock now. Stop me if I do anything you don't want me to.&#034 He reached and took my cock in his hand and licked the head like an ice cream cone. My prick jumped violently and a moan escaped my lips. Had I wanted to say 'stop', I couldn't, my lips were incapable of speech. Lance's lips, his tongue, his teeth went to work on me. Obviously experienced, he brought me to the brink of orgasm, then eased off and began anew. At least a dozen times I nearly shot down his throat, but his expertise would ease me down again, until finally, near the end, he took my hands and placed them on the back of his head, then took my hips and drew me repeatedly toward him, surrendering control to me. When I finally came thunderously, I was holding his head and fucking mercilessly into him. As I shot my cum into his throat, he thrust his head tight against my crotch, taking me deep, and used his throat muscles to milk my cock, sucking semen all the way from my balls. When I was done, I sought to pull away from him, but he held me, his head lying in my lap and my cock deflating slowly in his mouth. Despite the somewhat violent finish, it was the highest intimacy I had ever experienced. I felt unbelievably close to him. After a time, he rose. &#034I'll be back in a minute,&#034 He said. He disappeared below and returned with two fluffy white robes such as one might find in a luxury hotel. &#034I thought you might be getting chilly,&#034 he said. it is getting kind of late. It doesn't look like ...