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Silver heat
Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: First Time Gay Male, Author: riterman2
... here," he asked, extending his hand in my direction. It was more than a request, but not quite a command. More like an assumption I would comply with his simple wish. On the other hand, he could have come to me. No matter, I went to him without demurring. He put his arm around my shoulder and drew me to him, sort of like tucking me under his wing, then turned and kissed my lips lightly. "I am so happy you are here." "I am so happy to be here." "Not sorry you came? Not worried about the bad old man seducing you?" "Too late!" I started laughing then and couldn't stop. What triggered my risibility was the thought that a few of the things I had been afraid Lance would do to me less than 24 hours ago, I had already done to him. "You are such a sweetie," Lance said. "you want some breakfast?" "God I am starving." "Well,you can come down to the galley and help me cook, but you'll have to wear an apron, I wouldn't want you to splash something and burn that beautiful cock of yours," and so saying he ran his open hand over me. "Lance?" "Yes Neal?" "Did I do okay this morning?" Laughing again. "You did wonderful. I have never had a better alarm clock wake me. How about last night, what I did to you last night. Was that all right?" "Oh god, Lance are you k**ding. Yesterday and last night are the best day and night of my life so far." "Hmm, you said so far. You plan on ...
... more?" "Many more, I hope. Will you help me make them?" " Oh Neal, I surely will!" "Promise?" "Shake on it!" He put his hand out, but when I reached, he avoided my hand and shook my dick, so instead of shaking his hand I shook his dick, too. We spent the next two hours preparing bacon and eggs and sausage and pancakes and fresh strawberries and whipped cream. We sat across from one another naked and consumed this feast. In the end I was so full I thought I would never eat again. I was just pushing back my chair when Lance sprayed me full in the face with whipped cream. While pretending to be overly offended by the whipped cream, I surreptitiously picked up a small bowl of warm maple syrup and dumped it over Lance's head. This set off a food fight that involved pancake batter an strawberries and whipped cream and any other food type that could be thrown, poured or other wise impelled at the others body. It ended with us wrestling around on the floor of the cabin in a coagulated mess of food, laughing hysterically. For a few minutes after the fight had ceased, we continued laughing, then, suddenly, Lance leaned over me and licked a glob of batter from my right nipple. I responded by flicking up some whipped cream from his navel. Things turned joyfully serious as we proceeded to lick many other things from many other places. "Have you ever sucked a strawberry and whipped cream cock?" Exhausted, we lay panting for several minutes. Finally Lance ...