back to his shoulders. Kent closed his eyes as I gently ran my hands across his chest, savoring the touch and the soft blonde fur that shared just the right amount of space with that massive cut chest.

Kent’s warm hands made their way into the inside my own shirt as we kissed. I felt both strength and surrender as he raised my arms allowing my light pullover to be slipped over my head and fall out of sight and mind. He explored with his hands my chest, meager in comparison to his but toned and hairless with the exception of that one tuft of black hair in the center a little black trial leading down my belly to beyond my belt.

“Make love to me” I whispered, my lips barely a sigh away from his ear.

Kent pushed himself back and looked deep into my eyes. “Only if I don’t ever have to stop.” He said, the answer to his question unspoken and acknowledged with another kiss.

I heard belts unbuckling and pants slipping to the floor. I didn’t know whose, and I don’t know who did what, all I remember is that the moment was right and I was now standing in Kent’s bedroom, both of us in trunk briefs as we had been many times before. This time, this time however, when we climbed into that bed, we would remove those cotton intrusions and be together.

I climbed into the bed with a creak, the bed giving to the first catch of our weight. I stood there on my knees waiting for Kent to bring condoms and a bottle of lubricant and place them within reach. For the first time I enjoyed watching Kent’s tight ass in his white under shorts as he moved away and the shifting mound in the front as he came toward the bed and laid the needed possessions on the lamp stand beside the bed.

He joined me, finally, matching the stance on his knees as he wrapped his arms around me and we kissed. I couldn’t help but moan quietly as I felt Kent’s hands begin to travel around my body, and his warm lips moving from my face to my neck. I let my head lean back to give him access to the taut muscles there in hopes those lips would travel further down and around.

My own hands explored. I had seen the man so many times before, but it wasn’t until I actually touched him freely that I wanted to know what he felt like, every crack, crevice and inch of him. I wanted to know the feel of this man with fingers, with lips and with every inch of my own body. I traced down Kent’s strong back to the vee his waist made, lightly grazing his skin with my fingernails as I felt Kent’s lips and tongue tracing the muscle from my neck to my pec, focusing on the nipple and teasing it to a full state of arousal.

I moaned approval as his mouth made its way to the other side of my chest and his hands began to slip inside my underwear and cupping handfuls of ass. I couldn’t wait any more. I reached down and pushed Kent’s shorts to his knees and just looked at the masterwork on his knees before me. It was just beginning to fill with arousal, but Kent’s penis fell from its nest in dark blonde hair and easily into my hands of