his eyes on his hand and his hand, well, in a place he had only dreamed of.

Sensing Greg’s nervous demeanor, Nick took another step forward, closing the remaining distance between them. He put his right hand gently on Greg’s side, reaching up with the other to cradle Greg’s face as he leaned in for their first kiss.

As Nick’s lips met his, Greg’s nervousness melted away and he returned this kiss passionately allowing Nick’s tongue to enter his mouth and massage his own. As their tongues acquainted themselves with each other Greg allowed his hands to trail up Nick’s sides feeling the width of his V-shaped torso widen as his hands glided up and around Nick’s shoulder blades and reached his taught broad shoulder muscles.

Nick’s own hands began exploring the younger man’s body. His left hand sliding slowly down Greg’s neck and across the youth’s pectorals, coming to a rest with the now erect nipple squarely in the center of Nick’s palm. His right hand trailed around to the small of Greg’s back and pressed firmly, grinding their hips together. Both men felt their engorged cocks pressing against each other. Nick moved his hand down to caress Greg’s tight little ass, giving one cheek a little squeeze as he pulled his lips away from Greg’s.

“You are a hot little fucker, aren’t you?” Nick grinned devilishly.

“I try.” Came Greg’s boyish reply. He started to unbutton Nick’s shirt from the neck.

Nick stopped him by placing his hands over the buttons. “Wait! What are you doing?” Nick asked, looking around anxiously. “The entire night shift is just over in the morgue. We’ll definitely get caught here.”

“I’ve wanted you from the first time we met. I don’t want to wait any longer. I want you right now!” Greg said hurriedly. He moved his hands down to Nick’s waist and started undoing the belt buckle as he lowered himself to his knees. He managed to get the button on the chinos undone before Nick stopped him again.

“We really shouldn’t do this here,” he said looking down and the spiky blonde highlights in Greg’s hair.

Without looking up and trying to wrest Nick’s hands from his zipper, Greg replied, “shouldn’t doesn’t mean can’t.”

Greg went back to work, quickly unzipping the fly. Nick’s eight and a half inch cut stiffy popped out in front of his face, nearly whacking Greg in the nose. It protruded from a short, dark, neatly groomed grove of pubic hair.

“Going commando, huh? That’s hot!” After a short pause to admire Nick’s groomed genitalia and beautifully sculpted cock, Greg looked up at Nick with a question in his gaze, asking quietly, “Do you know how many times I fantasized about this?”

Looking down at Greg’s pleading face and into his boyish eyes, how could Nick deny him? ‘Oh the hell with getting caught’ Nick thought.

Looking up at the studly man standing before him, Greg saw the anxiety over getting caught melt from Nick’s face and a smile cross his lips that told Greg exactly what he needed to hear. Placing his hands firmly on either side of Nick’s hips, he refocused his eyes on the engorged cock before him, noticing a small drop of glimmering pre-cum sitting just at the slit of Nick’s member he so long had dreamed about. He gently extended his inexperienced tongue to save the precious fluid from falling to the floor. Closing his eyes, Greg savored its salty, sweet, silky texture.

Returning from his