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Subject: My Charmed Life: Chapter 2, Nashville 2 (Revised) My Charmed Life by [email protected] This story is intended for adults who like the idea of gay sex. If this isn’t you then you shouldn’t be reading it. If it’s illegal for you to access this, or you think it’s offensive, then you shouldn’t be here either. It is fiction�fantasy�even though it may have been inspired by some actual experiences. And any similarities to real events or persons are mere coincidences. This is the second installment of a multi-part saga. It is not, however, the second chronologically. I don’t know… that’s just how it happened. These stories are free to the reader because of the wonderfulness of Nifty. I know because I read them for lemendy-nine years before I started writing. So, message me if you like it or have any suggestions. And send them some bucks sometimes. Soon. Keep those nasty stories hoo. Chapter 2: Nashville 2 So, I’m on my bed in just my sleeping shorts feeling a little drowsy and wondering if Ken is going to call when the phone rings. I pick it up and say, “It’s Jay.” “Why don’t you come up here to my place? I’ve got beer and my throne is ready. I left the door unlocked, so lock it after you come in.” “Got it.” Trying to control my butterflies, I put on a plain shirt, took my keys, thought about taking some lube but didn’t. Grabbed some poppers though. Locked the door, put on my sandals, walked upstairs, took a breath, and went inside. Locked and closed the door; slipped out of my sandals. It was very dark, but I knew my eyes would adjust in a minute and I’d be able to see. Sorta. He says, “I’ve over here on my throne.” He must be in what looked like an armchair at the other end of the big living room. “What, no cocktails and crudit�s first?” Ken harrumphed. “Nope. Down to business. Really, are you thirsty though?” “I’m good.” By now my eyes had adjusted so I could navigate to his throne. It looked like he was au naturel and had put a folded quilt in my spot to save the knees. Thoughtful. Cool. I took off my tee shirt and assumed the position. “I’m a little nervous.” “So am I. ankara escort We can make it another time if you want.” says Ken. “Hell, no. You?” “Nope. Let’s do it.” His legs were apart but his equipment was in shadow. I decided to explore not with my hands but with my mouth. And face. I began to smell, and lightly kiss and lick Ken’s dick, which was bigger than mine but not huge, cut�which I preferred back then�thick, with that Tootsie-Pop head I like so much (I’m not crazy about mushrooms), and delightfully clean as requested. I used my face to get to know his three-piece set, which I fell in love with immediately. It responded quickly by thickening up and starting to get hard. Ken responded too with a couple of charming sighs. So far, he approved. I hadn’t used my hands yet, thinking he might object as some guys do. With my face touching, kissing and licking, I was figuring how turned on he was and how to tell when it was progressing. After spending some time on his balls, which were extra large and perfect, I started to slowly suck his shaft. He got harder and thicker. I was going to have to watch it or Ken would blow before I wanted this to end. So, I’d come off the head, kiss and lick the shaft up and down, then back to the head. I was good at taking it all down to the base and keeping it in my throat. Breathed easily through my nose, meanwhile using my tongue and throat muscles to massage and stimulate his dick. That worked great. Ken’s legs trembled a bit, so I came off the head and shaft to work under and beside the ball sac. Came back to the head and got a big inhale and sigh out of Ken with another leg tremble. Time to change things up. “You want to get up and turn around for me?” I asked. “Yep. Wow, you’re good!” said Ken, doing as requested. “Thanks,” I said, appreciating the feedback. “Tell your friends!” Another oft-used line. He chuckled. I wasn’t going to go all the way with his backside yet, even though his tush was a beautiful sight and made me want to dive in aggressively. He naturally leaned forward and put a hand on each arm of the large chair. I signaled çukurambar escort him to spread his legs by pressing the inside of each upper thigh a bit and he did so. Ready for action. the area under a man’s ball sac is one of his most sensitive. I used my best tongue skills and he immediately started to make small happy noises. Then I began using my fingertips up and down his legs lightly touching and stimulating while working under his plump balls and on each side of the sac. I proceeded with this, which he obviously really liked, until I got a large sigh and he turned and sat down again. He breathily said, “I need… all right… that was…” and sat down. “Sure. Be comfortable.” I said. I felt good using my hands now and got back down on his perfect cock with my mouth and tongue while using my hands on his sides, back, legs, chest, …everything I could reach. He was really hard now. When I could tell he was getting close, I came off for a few seconds and then slowly jacked him for a few more. Twice more he was on the edge and I came off to let it pass. Then it was time to get serious. We’d been at this for 15 or 20 minutes, both of us were sweating and breathing heavily. I got back to Ken’s lovely dickhead and shaft, a little faster this time and twisting my head as I went up and down his member to excite him even more. I tried a hand at his base putting on pressure, but that wasn’t his favorite thing, so I used both hands again all over his body: fondling, touching, lightly pinching, pulling a hair here and there, doing the insides of the legs, the tops of the feet, the sides and back of his waist, all of which met with definite approval. Ken was in sex heaven. For the first time, he took my head in his hands and lightly guided it up and down, taking it in his two hands affectionately. He was breathing heavily and really getting into it. As he was getting really close, he started to be a bit more forceful, coming close to face-fucking which I liked if it was not too vigorous. I would stay on his base for a second or two from time to time. This dikmen escort would enhance his obvious excitement. Then the sucking action got faster and his responses more intense. He put his hands on my shoulders, leaning in, giving himself over to the experience even more. Then the vocalizations, “Ooh, a-ah, oh-oh, ooo…” and I knew what came next. His dick started to throb and he grabbed my head with his hands. He held it down on his dick as the orgasm encompassed us both. His cock was obviously very sensitive for these seconds, so I just stayed on it, still stroking his body up and down with my hands, and used my throat muscles to swallow his tasty load and finish him off. After his climax subsided, breathing heavily, he said, “Oh, Jay-man. That was… that was great. I sure needed that.” “Good. Me too.” I responded, meaning it. I just then realized I’d forgotten about the poppers in my pocket. Well, next time, I thought. I got up from that familiar position and sat on the couch right next to Ken’s throne. In a quiet moment, I said, “So, how ’bout them Yankees?” He laughed. We chatted for a few minutes. Ken went to the guest bathroom to throw some water on his face and put on a pair of shorts. When he came back, I got up and moved to leave. “Well, it’s late. See you soon, I hope. Study hard.” “Thanks, Jay. You’re the best neighbor I ever had.” he said. I put on my sandals and opened the apartment door. I turned back to him. “So, what should I tell the six guys lined up outside?” He laughed heartily and came over to me, touching and rubbing my shoulders fondly at the door. “Bye.” = = = = = I was traveling at least a couple of nights most every week, so Ken’s and my schedule didn’t allow for our sessions to be repeated as often as I would have liked, but we did this every week or two for the next few months. I even tried rimming him on our third time and that sent him flying. We remained friends too. Beautiful Ken graduated with his engineering degree and got a great promotion at his job. He met a woman he was very fond of. I was also dating occasionally. He announced he was moving in with Marta to her place closer to downtown. I gave him a farewell blowjob after which he gave me a long and sincere hug which I still remember well. We promised to keep in touch which we have mostly done to this day. More to come.

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