I stepped back, slid his shirt down his arms and finally off his body. His t-shirt was next, over his head. Naked to the waist I admired his still lean body and the dark dense hair that covered his chest and trailed to the treasure waiting below.

He kicked off his shoes and put his hands on his waist, sending his slacks to the floor. Stepping out of them, he took off his socks, leaving his tight briefs on with the tip of his cock extending over the waistline. In the semi darkness I could see the glistening tip as he pumped pre-cum.

I pulled off my shirt, dropped my shorts and kicked off my shoes and socks my hard-on now slipping through the fly of my boxers. He stepped in drawing me close and I could feel the hair on his chest and abs as it rubbed against mine. Our hands now free to touch our bare flesh, our lips met and our kisses became more passionate.

He boldly moved lower and reached the waist of my shorts and pushed them down, freeing my engorged, dripping cock. His hand grasped the shaft of my full seven inches and gently stroked up and down, my pre-cum coating his hand, adding that delicious lubed feeling I love when I jack off.

I snaked my hands into the back of his briefs and grabbed his ass cheeks and then circled his hips and grabbed his throbbing dick and stroked its hot, hard length.

Mitch pushed me back until I was at the end of the bed and gently forced me to lie back with my legs hanging over the edge. His right hand found my loose boxers and finished pulling them off, once free he spread my legs apart and knelt on the floor. His hands traced their way up my abs sending butterfly tickles through me. Through half closed eyes I could see him looking up my body; at my pulsing cock, the hanging balls below, and I'm sure the look of pleasure on my face.

Reaching my nipples he ran his thumbs around the points, bringing them to hardness. I could feel his breath on my balls and cock as he played with my chest. I suddenly felt his mouth open and take first one, then the other of my balls into his mouth, its moist warmth sending them from tight to hanging loose. At a loss to offer I just moaned.

The attention Mitch was playing on my nipples ended, and his hands trailed lower and grabbed my hard dick pointing at a 45 degree angle, ready to shoot its load over my head. With my balls still in his mouth, his strong, masculine hands alternately stroked and caressed my rod sending waves of pleasure through me. Looking down my body I saw utter lust in his eyes. With a twinkle in his eyes his mouth opened and my balls fell out. A smile crossed his lips as he