an hour later the two horny young men were back at Morgan's apartment. They
walked into the living room and Bryce, though younger by about two or three years, took
control. He pushed Morgan down onto the sofa and straddled his hips and sought out his
juicy, ripe lips. Morgan felt the closest he had ever felt in his whole life to fainting. When
they were talking about butts and stuff it had made him so damn horny, but it isn't how he
had imagined being with Bryce. He had wanted to take him in his arms and hug him
close, smell the shampoo in his hair, stroke the nape of his neck and kiss him slowly. This
was more like his fantasy.


Bryce was a damn good kisser and Morgan was on cloud nine. His cock was glued to the
inside of his underpants and it was so hard it hurt. Their tongues dueled with each other
as Morgan's hands slipped under Bryce's shirt and danced over the smooth, warm skin of
his back. He had never been this horned up for anyone before; this sexy guy just clean
took his breath away and he wanted the kissing and cuddling to last for ever, but at the
same time he wanted to fuck his brains out and get his rocks off.


It was Bryce who took things a stage further. He reluctantly broke off the kiss, giving
Morgan's sexy lips a last little nip and stood up and started to strip off. Morgan's eyes
were glued to the hot twink as he began to reveal the body that was just as Morgan had
pictured it. Bryce had a well-toned body, with not an ounce of fat. His chest and stomach
were totally smooth; his little brown nipples were like pencil erasers just waiting to be
tweaked. He unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped. With a wiggle of his hips his
jeans slid to the floor and he stood there in a pair of tight white underpants that left little
to the imagination. A pair of plump balls stretched the fabric south, while to the left sat a
fat cock that had deposited a wet stain on the fabric.

'Oh yeah...'Morgan groaned. 'Let me have some of that!'


He pulled Bryce close and buried his face against the bulge in his briefs. His hands
cupped Bryce's tight little bubble butt wile he licked at the sticky spot where his precum
had oozed through the cloth. The taste and smell of Bryce's excitement got Morgan so
fired up he could hardly think straight. He tried to fix this memory in his brain as he
tugged at the waistband of Bryce's underpants. They dropped to his knees and out sprang
his fleshy cock that just looked wrong against his twenty eight inch waist and smooth, flat
stomach. It was the big, beefy cock you might expect to see on a much larger, older man
not on a slender twink like Bryce.


With a happy sigh Morgan cupped his hands around the base of that beautiful cock and
noticed that he could not get his fingers to meet. Bryce's cock narrowed from base to
crown, culminating a slender arrow shaped cockhead that was a glossy deep pink colour.
Morgan looked up at Bryce who had his eyes closed while he pinched his little nipple
nubs; he opened wide and let that beautiful arrow shaped head slide past his tongue and
into his throat. Bryce stood on tip toe now and huffed and gasped and