"Washing My Underwear"
Monday Morning Meetings
This continues the bill of the of five days and nights that studly 18 year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike's fascinating and good-looking 22-year old fiancée Alice.
My uncle again turned to Jeff, who had, during Mike's sexual interval with me, calmly lain on the missing side the floor, inches from us, examination with intensity. Now it was his curve. Mike, now footing at the foot of the bed, grasped Jeff's reasonable hand and pulled him up, and they resumed their corporeal embrace, and, once more, even in my superb state of satiety, I was fascinated by the beauty of the matched couple, and their artful, no doubt well-practiced interaction. Across Jeff's gorgeous broad and powerfully muscled back I saw Mike's big forearms with their ropy muscles strongly covered in blond fur, and his lofty hands, slowly fly, now a firm embrace, now a delicate touch a chord, a fingertip cuddle. And I watched as again Mike's hands descended to Jeff's fuzzy strike.
They shifted vaguely, and now I could report their enduring kiss. Jeff's lesser lip was between Mike's lips; and now, with Jeff's cranium slightly tilted, their mouths were commence and pressed together, their tongues, no have doubts, as intimately interplaying as their lofty bodies.
Eventually, as before, Jeff bankrupt the embrace, and again began a lengthy series of kisses on Mike's roll neck, and then his broad breast, slow over each of his nipples, nestled in his blonde chest hair. And then, as before, he leisurely worked his road down Mike's stem and abdomen, now next the thick trail of facial hair that marked his midline above his navel, now wandering to aptly or left for kisses and licks. Now Mike's lofty hands were on Jeff's controller, gently stroking his gloomy hair, and Jeff, now kneeling on the carpet, began an elaborate lovemaking to Mike's large, rigid cock, standing upright, almost cleaving to his tummy.
At first Jeff took the big phallus in both his hands, and practical delicate kisses to the distended cockhead, now at its fullest extra time, and virtually glossy. After some little time, he motivated his left furnish to grasp Mike's balls. Though his offer was large, it was not generously proportioned enough to embrace Mike's dangling testicles, and he was only adept to hold them in an exposed hand. With his other hand he caressed Mike's junior belly, and with his trained mouth he engulfed more and more of Mike's grand shaft, one veiny split up inch after another little by little disappearing between Jeff's large stretched lips. Up and down, he leisurely went again and again, and again and again. The squeezing out on Mike's face was a machine of beauty. It wasn't the rictus of a smirk; it wasn't a appearance of victorious triumph; it wasn't a priapic leer. It was a good smile that engaged his whole visage. Tears came to my eyes. Not now of distrust, but of simple appreciation for this beautiful mutuality between these two heroic acquaintances.
And now Jeff returned his right hand partially to enclose Mike's phallus, and he added slow, firm stroking to the crafty work of his lips and tongue. On and on it went, until Mike's tender grin was succeeded by an obvious look of urgency, and in the end Mike gave a gentle impulse to Jeff's controller, almost imperceptible to me, but adequate to signal to Jeff that he must give up.
Mike took Jeff's aptly hand in his, raised him up, and led him to the twin bed, and following Mike's suggestion, Jeff lay down on the not here side of the large king bed, and as in next to no time as he had lain down, Mike united him, both of them now mere inches from where I unqualified in fascinated calm.
Once again it was Mike positioning himself over the generously proportioned and powerful deceased of the entity of his ardent attentions, now Jeff as a replacement for of me. Jeff uninitiated on his back, and Mike, underneath himself on his knees (between Jeff's powerful hirsute thighs), and on his hands, placed on either side of Jeff's great big chest, began to kiss the facial appearance of Jeff's remarkably substantial face, beginning with his eyebrows, eyelids, nose, and ears, and ongoing along his jaw line, cheeks, and jowl. And then he sheltered Jeff's neck with kisses, and worked his manner along Jeff's shoulders, initial with his traps. And so it unbroken, slowly and deliberately as Mike sheltered Jeff everywhere, it seemed, with kisses, and nowhere more than his chest, his nipples, build and poking through the gloom hair. He murmured almost without a break, "Oh, Mike, Mike, you're brilliant, you're killing me with pleasure; Oh, Mike, Oh, oh, Mike. Yes, ?No Problem, God, yes. Oh, it's been so protracted."
Finally Mike at home at Jeff's raise, hard as limestone, the cockhead permanent well above his navel. At this top, Mike grew more deliberate, abandoning the caprice he had worn in covering Jeff's shaft with kisses. At times there was no clear up and down indicate at all, but unmistakably Mike was effective his tongue over the most immediate and sensitive parts of Jeff's phallus, and Jeff was wavering with the intensity of it all, no longer competent to speak or even mutter. But he could sphere his left offer into a fist, and relax it, and do again. But I had shifted his supply from my wrist to my hand, so that my left hand was enfolded in his. Apart from curling and uncurling his toes, and balling and unballing his not here hand, his cadenced pressure on my supply was virtually the only motion he allowed himself, otherwise wholly charitable himself up to Mike's tender mercies.
How much longer Jeff could be on your feet Mike's hugely crafty fellation?
Eventually there came a point where Mike pulled his means of access away, and once again I could see Jeff's good-looking phallus in its marmoreal majesty, all of it.
Mike, now erect upon his knees, began to stroke Jeff's generous and hairy thighs, his appropriate hand on Jeff's missing thigh, his right wandering over Jeff's left, making now slothful circles, now longitudinal strokes, and in the end arriving at Jeff's knees, and then his unusually defined calves, working his fingers through the dense gloomy hair.
Mike stirred back a small piece in an stress-free motion, and murmured, "Curve over, buddy."
Despite his unsurpassed will, Jeff could not conform instantly, still ensorcelled and almost paralyzed by Mike's gentle, premeditated lovemaking; but he managed to shake off Mike's spell enough to rotate over, easily and little by little, so that he was now on his elbows and knees, his cheek against the head rest.
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