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 All right. First, we need to make a slight change.
Ben removed the condom that covered Mitch s cock. The plump head glistened with precum, but he resisted the urge to bend down and
taste. Instead, he grabbed one of Mitch s condoms to replace the one he d just removed. Straddling Mitch s thighs, he smoothed the new
condom over his cock, then grabbed the lube from atop the nightstand. He poured some in the palm of his hand, slicked his own fingers, and
began preparing himself.
Closing his eyes, Ben concentrated on the first easy penetration with a single finger. Lips parting, he tipped his head back, sliding it in
and out through the tight ring of muscle that guarded his anus. Aligning a second finger with the first, he slid them both in and groaned at the
increased pressure and stretch. Unexpectedly, a large hand, slick with lube, took hold of his cock. Startled, Ben gasped, his eyes opening, his
surprised gaze meeting Mitch s.
 That s better. Look at me. Share it with me, Mitch insisted. His hand began a slow glide up and down Ben s cock.  God. Watching
you do that is so hot, but next time, will you let me? I want to feel inside you. Will you?
Ben was suddenly struck anew by the dreamlike quality of what was happening. He was on the verge of having sex with Mitch
DeSantis. A very naked, very erect male whose body, hard, muscular, and breathtaking belonged to a man he welcomed into his living room
once a week by way of the television. This extraordinary man was lying beneath him with his rich brown hair a tangled mess, his normally
intense blue eyes looking sultry and near dazed, and his lips reddish and kiss swollen. Struck dumb by that knowledge and the overwhelming
visuals, Ben merely nodded.
Despite the unlikely realities of the situation he was in and with his growing arousal taking away his ability to think straight, something
about Mitch s request made his chest tighten. His demand that Ben look at him, opened a path to true intimacy. Mitch was truly involved, an
eager, active participant, touching and being touched. He wasn t just a passive body expecting to be serviced. It meant something. Just what
and how much, Ben wasn t willing to even begin analyzing. He slammed the door on those thoughts and let himself sink into the growing
physical sensations until the need for Mitch s cock inside him outweighed everything else.
Pulling his fingers free, Ben slicked lube over Mitch s cock.  You ready? I m ready.
 Hell yes.
Unwilling to waste another word or another minute, Ben adjusted his position. Raising up on his knees, he shuffled forward just enough
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to bring Mitch s cock and his entrance into line. Taking hold of that slick, condom-covered column, he began to lower himself.
 Let me, Mitch insisted. Pushing Ben s hand away, he took hold of his own cock and held it steady.  Let me in.
With a jerky nod, Ben lowered himself. He was met by the swollen crown of Mitch s cock, nudging against his hole. Steady, measured
pressure eased the head slowly forward. Ben felt his muscles stretching even more to accommodate the fullness and when it was fully
engulfed, he moaned with pleasure and relief.
 You all right? Mitch growled.
 Mmm, yeah. Ben panted.  Just give me a minute. Oh God. You re big. Fuck.
 Just relax, Mitch crooned. He smoothed his hands slowly over Ben s thighs.  Damn. I forgot how fucking tight a guy can be. I don t
want to hurt you.
 You re not hurting me. It s okay. I just& need to&  Ben twisted his hips a bit, then slid lower, making a steady descent down the
length of Mitch s cock. Mouth open and panting, he couldn t stop uttering small moans and snippets of words.  Mmm, oh yeah, oh& oh fuck,
mmm& so& so good.
 Unhhh. You re killing me here, Mitch groaned.
 Don t wanna kill you, just blow your mind.
Wanting action more than a reply, Ben started to move. A slow, steady, up-and-down posting, accented by harsh breaths, grunts, and
moans, increasing in speed until he was riding Mitch at a pace that was driving them both toward orgasm.
 Oh fuck, Ben. It s good. It s so good, but I gotta& gotta, Mitch gasped.
 What?
 This.
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