We lay for a while side by side, stroking each others bodies and feeling our cocks swell and grow hard again. Beautiful. Warmed and relaxed, I flung back the bed clothes and gazed upon the man beside me. I propped myself up on one elbow and began to trace the outline of his muscles. I reached over to the bedside table and opened a small bottle of olive oil. He lay back smiling indulgently as I drizzled a small film of oil onto his beautiful chest. I massaged it in with my palm. His pectorals gleamed and took on fantastic definition. They were almost slabs of hard flesh, now with hard nipples and dark circles around them. I worked down over his abs, bringing them into sharp definition also.

My cock swelled rigidly erect as I grasped his own and worked it with a film of oil. Down and around his thighs and back to that wonderful cock and balls. He was close to 7.1/2 inches I guessed. I am just over seven and he had the edge on me! He chuckled softly at times and occasionally made a low moan when I worked his cock to an ever harder erect rod of throbbing flesh. “Stand”, I said.

He did, in front of the wardrobe mirror, and in the soft light I gasped at the image. He glowed and shone as his magnificent muscle structure caught the light. Across his shoulders, down his biceps, back to his deeply cleft chest and rippled abs, my eyes wandered.

Our eyes met in the mirror and he grinned at me and said, “It’s all yours.”

He knew how fantastic he looked but there was not arrogance in his knowing: just a wonderful acceptance and almost humility to be the possessor of such assets. I watched in the mirror as my hands began to trace over his chest, caressing him and feeling a fire in my own belly. I played over his abdomen with my fingers and then slid one hand between his legs from behind, to grasp his balls while my other hand worked over his cock. I held his balls down and grasped the very bottom of his shaft and his cock seemed to stand even larger. I put both hands around his cock: one above the other and still the swollen head protruded beyond them, now with a bead of juice which I massaged over the head with my palm. He caught his breath and jerked his bum back toward me.

He felt my own throbbing cock between his legs and chuckled again. “My turn”. he said. He swung around to face me and ran his hands and eyes over my body. “You look delicious!” He said, “Lets buff you up.”

He pulled me to him and began to rub his oiled body against mine. He reached for the oil and drizzled a drop or two between our chests and then began to work his body against me again. We slid against each other deliciously. He slowly sank downward, all the time working oil into my body from his own. He worked his chest over my abs, sank to his knees and worked my cock into the cleft between his gleaming pecs. He grasped my arse and jerked me into him, released and pulled me back. I was fucking his body. My cock pulsed with electric ecstasy so that I cried out. He laughed and with a deft movement, grasped my balls and slid his mouth over my cock.