Fine Line

couldn’t, I can’t.”
    “So do I get my dream lover now?”
    “You do, Mack.”
    They made their way over to Mack’s bedroom, their arms still around each other and the coffee in the kitchen long forgotten. They were kissing near the doorpost when Mack snaked his arm inside and turned on the indirect lighting, bathing the room in a warm glow.

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    “Mmmh, quite a bedroom for a bachelor boy not used to luring men to his love nest,” Jay said, admiring the large four-poster mahogany bed that was neatly made up. There were some books on the bedside table, but other than that, it looked impeccably tidy.
    “Yup, always had dreams of tying you to the bedposts and having my way with you.”
    He noticed Jay’s eyes grow wide.
    “Don’t worry Jay, I was joking, but who knows, maybe one day?” Suddenly Jay launched himself at Mack, pushing him against the wall and kissing him passionately. “I’ll try anything at least once with you,” he panted as they came up for air, “but let’s start with the beginning?”
    “Best idea ever,” Mack agreed. “Can I undress you?” Jay smiled, apparently not completely at ease with Mack’s suggestion.
    “Is that such a strange suggestion?” Mack slowly pulled Jay’s shirt out of the back of his trousers, then proceeded to the front until it fell over Jay’s hips. He never lost eye contact with the other man, biting his lower lip as he started to unbutton the shirt, starting from the bottom.
    “No,” Jay answered, clearing his throat after it croaked. “For a guy with such limited experience you have very enticing suggestions.” Mack moved closer, letting his hands roam under the half-unbuttoned shirt to touch Jay’s smooth skin, their faces close together without really touching. “Oh, but I have a very lively imagination. One I’ve had to keep on a very short leash for a very long time. I’m letting it run free now.”
    “By all means, please do,” Jay chuckled, sloppily kissing the older man while hitching up Mack’s sweater so he too could reach bare skin.
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    the time and letting the garments drop where they chose to fall. Stripped down to their boxers, they clumsily moved towards the bed, toeing off their socks along the way. Grinding against each other, they let their aroused bodies fall to the mattress and Mack laughed nervously. Jay rolled on top of him. “What’s wrong?”
    “Absolutely nothing,” Mack assured him. “I just can’t believe it’s actually happening.”
    “As long as you want it to happen, that’s good, right?” Jay asked, looking down at Mack, his unruly hair falling around his face. “I want you to tell me what you want, what I can do for you, if anything?”
    “Don’t you hold back on me now!” Mack demanded as he pushed Jay on his back and reversed their positions. He was smiling when he moved until he was straddling the younger man’s thighs. Experimentally he rolled his hips, grinding down on his lover’s distended groin. “Show me?” he asked defiantly after Jay moaned at the friction.
    Jay seductively moved his hand down his stomach until he could dip below the elastic of his boxer shorts while Mack rolled his hips back to accommodate him and get a better view. The image of Jay wrapping his hand around his cock and fisting it, everything barely covered by the cotton boxers, made Mack’s breathing speed up.
    “Go on, touch yourself,” Jay suggested, letting the head of his cock peek over the broad elastic band.
    Mack mimicked Jay’s earlier movements and found himself not only rock hard, but unwaveringly aroused. As he took his formidable member out of his boxers, Jay swiped his finger over the slit and then licked it.
    “What…?”
    “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Jay replied coyly. “There was this delightful little drop daring to slip out of you and I didn’t want to waste it.”

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    “You like the taste of me?”
    “Yes I do, you dirty little boy,” Jay answered in a delightfully sordid tone.
    “Can I taste you?”
    Jay looked at Mack as if he was gauging his intentions. “If you want,” he answered, decidedly more demure.
    “I want,” Mack replied, sliding himself off the bed until he was on his knees between Jay’s legs. Within no time he’d slipped the boxers down enough for Jay’s entire groin to become visible.