HOT EXCERPT from A SUMMER OF GUILTLESS SEX

I reached across and pulled his clothes from his arms and dropped them to the floor,
so that we both stood naked in front of each other in the light for the first time. I let my
eyes travel down from his face over the full length of him. My pulse raced with the fury
of whitewater rapids. He was glorious. From the wide shoulders to the narrow waist
and the outty navel, he was tanned nut-brown. The tan-line stopped a few inches
above the tiny trail of blond fur beneath his belly button, then traveled down to the
well-coiffed square of golden pubes that functioned as a frame for the half-erect and
very thick dick. It was admirably circumcised so that the large bulb, tinted that subtle
shade just between purple and red, was a perfect crown. It seemed to be growing in
front of my eyes and pointing directly at my own. His balls were long and hung wide
between his legs, and it was evident he shaved them as well. I could see small
glistening bristles growing back. His thighs, thick with muscle, were naturally hairless
and untanned as well. The deep sun-color returned just above his knees. His calves
appeared to be the hairiest part of his body, the hair bleached almost colorless by the
sun. His feet were large, but they were well formed. The toes wiggled nervously.
I returned my gaze to his face and saw that his eyes had been watching my appraisal.
His breathing was hard enough for me to notice it.
“Show me how you do it,” I said.
He looked confused by the question. ”Do what?”
I shook my head. “What you do.”
“You mean jack off?”
I nodded. “I wanna see how you do it. How you like to do it. Every guy is different.
Some guys like to do it real fast; some do it really slow. Some do long strokes; some
stay right on the head and work that.”
He actually seemed impressed that I had that much information. “You seem to know
a lot about it.”
I spread his clothes on the floor because they were the only ones that were dry, and
made a cushion for him to lie on as I guided him down to the floor. It was odd, I
thought, as he positioned himself seated upright with his legs splayed, that he looked
much larger than when he stood. By the time he was comfortable and looking back up
at me, he was fully erect, the dick in a rigid arc pointing at his belly button. A glittering
diamond of wetness bubbled from its tip. I knelt down in front of him.
“You want me to just do it…?” he asked.
I told him I did. “Like you would do it with no one around.”
Taking a deep breath, he leaned back on one arm and with his other hand began a
long, slow, almost savoring stroke on his shaft. Using only three of his fingers and his
thumb he worked it from the base to the tip, circling the circumference of the bulb
with his two first two fingers before returning down with a backwards stroke. It was
clear it was a sensitive dick, especially along the under flesh. When his fingers glided
downward, his balls jumped wide and to the side in their sacks, and a quiver laced the
meat of his thighs and soft flesh of his belly. He did this half a dozen times before
opening his eyes and looking at me again, as if awaiting instructions.
I sat down in front of him, hooking my legs over his so we looked like naked Kama
Sutra bookends. My dick already had its own heartbeat. Mine was longer than his, and
narrower along the shaft. I matched his balls in length and I was uncoiffed, so I had a
nice, curly bush of dark pubes. I tilted my pelvis backward so he could have a clear
view of my ass as well, because I liked to toy with it occasionally during masturbation.
The best way to learn what someone liked was simply to watch them, and I figured this
was the easiest lesson to teach.
“Watch me. This is how we each learn what the other likes.”
His gaze was riveted to my crotch as I began stroking. What should have been an
exposition of how I normally did myself became an exhibition. I found the idea of
performing a private, intimate act for him more than stimulating… so it turned into
something more. It was a Salome’s dance done to entice him. I wanted him to see how
pleasure looked on me. I fell back on my elbows, giving both my hands freedom in the
exercise. My movements became more pronounced, almost exaggerated, as I lifted my
hips with each stroke, one hand cupped around my dick for the stroke and the fingers
of the other pulling the cheeks of my ass apart to toy the sensitive flesh hidden
beneath the soft whorls of hair. With one glance at his face, I could tell I had
captivated his attention.
“I like to do it slow like you,” I said in a voice that sounded almost teacher-like
except for the breathy quality. “I like to use this hand to play with my ass. It’s very soft
and delicate in between the cheeks. When I start to get real excited, I can feel it get
very hot.”
As I spoke, he unconsciously began stroking himself again, his eyes never leaving
what I was doing to myself.
I stopped, sat back up, and then knelt over him, gently easing him into a prone
position on his elbows. His dick was already twice as thick as when we’d begun, the
veins engorged as it gently bobbed with the increasing rhythm of blood. I took it in my
hand. It felt large and hot… and ready. I mimicked the stroke he’d done on himself,
slow to the top, circling the tip and then back down. His balls jumped playfully each
time. His face looked spellbound as I took my time on him, finding those special
nerves along the way that made him gasp, his eyelids flutter.
“How am I doing?” I asked, making sure I hit every one of his special spots as I
delivered the question.
He sucked in air suddenly and swallowed. His eyes found mine and they had that
look of someone being swept away. “Great. You’re doing great.”
“Am I going slow enough?” I did the same thing again with my fingers. It had the
same effect on him. The gasp and the flutter.
“Yes!”

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