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CLASS REUNION



PART 5



By diksagev@gmail.com



I lay there and I lay there, listening to the soft snoring sounds Mike made while he slept peacefully on the other side of the bed. I just couldn’t go to sleep. It wasn’t because I wasn’t tired. It for damn sure wasn’t because of the sounds coming from my sleeping fuck buddy beside me. Hell, I was used to sleeping in a small berthing compartment that I shared with a dozen other Sailors, some of whom snored a hell of a lot louder than Mike was. I was also used to the sounds of flight ops on the carrier all day as I tried to sleep after a long mid watch. If it wasn’t the loud whoosh followed by the jarring collision of CAT (catapult) #3 that was on the other side of the bulkhead where I slept it was the violent sound of a tail hook crashing thunderously on the flight deck which was located just above my head! No, it wasn’t any sound that prevented my slumber. It wasn’t because there was too much light in the room. Although I was accustomed to near total darkness in our berthing compartment except for the slight red glow of the battle lantern on the opposite side of the compartment, it wasn’t the fact that Mike’s bedroom was maybe a shade or two lighter than what I was used to aboard ship. On second thought . . . maybe it was both the light and the sound in the room.



There was a street light in front of Mike’s house and the drapes on his bedroom window weren’t thick and dark enough to keep that outside light from casting a faint glow over the room. Mike was lying to my left. Strange as it may sound, I was lying to his left also, which was possible because I was lying on my back and he was on his stomach. The fact that the window was also located to my left meant that the light that was filtering in through the curtains and between the slight gap that existed between the two panels had his body back lit so that I could easily make out his silhouette and, if I strained my eyes enough, a few fuzzy details. So I guess the fact that I could both see and hear him lying there next to me so close contributed to my inability to fall asleep, not that I really needed my sense of sight or sound to know that he was so near.



I’m not sure how long I’d lain there. If he had a clock somewhere in the room (probably on the night stand on his side of the bed) it either had a dial that wasn’t lit or it was positioned so that it wasn’t visible to me. It had to have been at least an hour after I’d gone to bed, and my mind was telling me that it seemed to have been a lot longer than that. Mike hadn’t even stirred in all that time. If it wasn’t for the audible sounds that he was sleeping I might have been driven to check the man for a pulse. He’d apparently not been kidding when he warned me that he was a heavy sleeper and I was starting to regret that he was probably going to sleep through the night rather than wake up after a short nap to commence the fucking he had promised me right there in the middle of the night.



Lying there as we were, my mind flashed back to the days around the time I’d first seen Mike in school. Only, he wasn’t the subject of that flashback; just the reason for it. I believe I already mentioned that the only other time I’d even touched a man that I actually knew in any kind of a sexual way was during a sleepover at a friend’s house. On those warm summer nights and occasionally over a weekend during the school year, I’d had to share a double bed with the brother of my best friend. Danny J was a year younger than his brother and me (they attended a school in another district) and because he had the only double bed (his brother and foster brother slept in bunk beds) it was preordained that I shared a bed with Danny. That didn’t bother me at all because Danny was the cute one and the subject of one of my first and biggest boy crushes.



There was a similar lighting situation in that bedroom with Danny lying between me and the open window. The light, in that case came from the porch light that the next door neighbor left on all night. The window was open because it was a hot summer night in the Midwest and the bedroom did not have air conditioning. It must have been as hot outside that night as it was cold outside that night I was with Mike and the air was so still; not a hint of a breeze to cool off the bedroom which was pretty stifling.



We were covered with only a sheet and Danny had kicked that off as he slept fitfully. I lay awake that night very much as I was doing there in bed with Mike, partly because it was simply too damn hot to sleep but also because I was almost painfully aware that Danny was lying there so close to me and I desired him almost as much as I was desiring Mike on the night in question. Unlike Mike, Danny lay on his back with the leg furthest from me bent and that foot resting flat on the mattress. Being positioned as he was, a large gap lay open between the leg opening of Danny’s white briefs and his crotch. Even though I couldn’t see what lay in the shadows just beyond that gap it created a strong temptation that I found almost overwhelming. I was lying on my side, almost face down, and after an unknown amount of time during which I debated with myself and fought the temptation I reached over with my right hand and stuck three fingers inside the leg band of Danny’s briefs.



I’d seen him naked before, several times when we were changing for something and most notably earlier that night when we went skinny dipping in the above ground pool in their back yard. During a little horseplay in the pool my best friend and I had ganged up on Danny and panted him, throwing his trunks out in the middle of the yard and then making all sorts of racket when Danny had run naked into the middle of the yard to attract the attention of the nosey neighbor lady next door. I’d even made a very sticky mess inside my jeans and briefs one day a couple weeks before that when Danny and I laid crotch to crotch with me on top of him in an effort to go for the pin while we wrestled on the mattresses we’d thrown on the basement floor as a make shift wrestling mat. Fortunately, I had somehow managed to hide the fact that I’d just ejaculated all over myself as Danny and I rubbed our crotches together through our jeans and none of the 3 other boys present seemed any the wiser about what had happened, including Danny. But other that the innocent, incidental rubbing together of our crotches during that wrestling match I had never laid a hand on Danny before that night.



When I reached inside Danny’s briefs that night, I found that his body was drenched in a kind of a slightly oily sweat due to the hot and muggy night it was. That just made touching him feel even more exciting. Being cautious and fearing that I might wake him, which would have been embarrassing to say the least, I was very cautious about how far I was willing to go. That inviting gap in the leg band of his briefs offered me much safer access to his balls than to his dick and I spent more time fondling his nuts than I did anything else until Danny tossed as he been fitfully doing all night and rolled over to face away from me.



I’d been fighting a mostly losing battle to stave off full arousal that night while I lay next to Mike as he slept beside me and the flash back to that night with Danny didn’t help matters. I tried closing my eyes but that didn’t work. I couldn’t keep them closed and kept sneaking peaks at the sleeping hunk. I rolled over on my side and faced away from him but that didn’t work either. I could hear the little sleep noises that he was making. I didn’t put the pillow over my head or place my fingers in my ears or do anything else in an effort to drown out the sounds he was making. None of that would have worked either. I’d have still known that he was right there. So I just lay there, wide awake, watching Mike sleep



I could feel my cock slowly rising. I never touched myself. I did nothing to discourage my manhood from rising to attention. I tried clearing my mind; thinking of nothing; definitely NOT thinking about Mike. That was impossible. I was successful in forgetting about exactly what he had in mind for me when he awoke. Frankly, I’m not sure if thinking about what he wanted to do to me and imagining how he might go about that and how it might feel would have helped or hurt. It wasn’t entirely without trepidation that I’d agreed to stay in the first place when Mike announced his attentions. Still, he was that very unique individual in my life. I have to admit that he was almost godlike in my perceptions about sexuality, despite the fact that he shattered so many of my paradigms concerning the kind of men I was normally attracted to in almost every aspect that transcended physical attraction. It truly was almost as if he had cast some kind of spell over me many years ago and I was as much under that spell as ever.



Honestly, I’m not sure I was ever able to not think about Mike as I lay there that night, but any time I did try to think about something else; anything else; just to take my mind off him, I would only flash back again to that night so long ago with Danny and I’d think of the similarities between those situations. In doing so, I recalled the few little things that I had done with Danny and how I’d managed to get away with doing them. Maybe even worse; I lamented that I hadn’t been brave enough to push the envelope just a little further with Danny and try to do just a little more with him. I’d always regretted that I hadn’t enjoyed more with Danny sexually than the little that I’d had the courage to attempt that night.



In my heart, I knew I didn’t want to face a lifetime of regrets about missed opportunities with Mike. But in my head, I knew that unlike Danny the man lying next to me was fully capable of kicking my ass and doing me serious bodily harm if I pushed the envelope too far and got caught doing the wrong thing. So I felt kind of like one of those characters you see in movies and on TV shows; lying there with a horny little devil on one shoulder and a sweet, pious little angel on the other as they argued constantly about what I should or shouldn’t do.

As I lay there watching Mike sleep, it occurred to me that there was one very minor little thing that I could do that was very unlikely to wake him and have me caught red handed and although I couldn’t guarantee he’d think too highly of my behavior he probably wouldn’t beat me within an inch of my life for what I was doing if I was caught. Mike still hadn’t budged all night. Although the consequences were probably far more serious if I did fuck up and get caught with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar with Mike, I realized that the chances of me waking him were a lot less likely than they had been with Danny that night so many years earlier. I mean, Danny never proved to be a very heavy sleeper and despite him not waking up while I fondled his sweaty balls that night he’d tossed and turned all night both before and after my little ball play with him, but Mike had slept like a stone in one unchanging position for hours. All I had to do was avoid doing anything stupid and getting too risky. That’s what I finally convinced myself anyway.



I spotted my first TOI (that’s Target Of Interest for you civilian types) almost immediately. Mike was lying with his left elbow bent at about a 45 degree angle and his hand resting on the pillow near his head. That left the arm pit closest to me completely open and slightly elevated. Anyone who remembers any of my other stories may recall that among other foreplay fetishes I am particular fond of arm pits. My biggest challenge would be to stay low enough to make a successful approach. Sliding down a little more toward the foot of the bed lined me up pretty good and all I had to do was nudge my way over closer to Mike’s prone torso. Taking time and great care to get as close as I dared without risking actually touching him, I inhaled deeply. It was a wonderful aroma; good enough to make my hardening cock pulse. If Mike had bothered to use one of those scented deodorants earlier in the day it had long since lost it’s perfumy fragrance; leaving nothing but the scent of a real man. I took another big whiff. The odor wasn’t the slightest bit raunchy. I was grateful for that. Just because I love a man’s pits does not mean I am into raunch at all. It was simply musky and masculine. I loved it.



I have to admit though, that sniffing a man’s pits from a safe distance is not my usual M.O. Finding Mike’s pit smell to be everything I had hoped it would be and nothing I hoped it wouldn’t only made me hungry for a little more. If you’ve gained any appreciation and understanding at all for the kind of man Mike was by reading the first parts of this story it probably won’t surprise you at all that he was not one of these Metro sexual kind of guys who go in for a lot of body sculpting. There were no denuded pits on that stud! The hair covering his pits was not overly long but it was pretty clear that this was one (probably of many) body part where a shaver had never gone. Mike’s pit was much to close to the mattress for me to even think about me getting my head under there and licking/sucking them the way I’d normally do when making love to most men I have been with and that left only one option that I could see.



There was room to slide my hand in there, so that’s what I did; my hand facing palm up. It was warm and cozy in the bedroom that night; not hot enough to cause Mike to sweat in his sleep (not even a little bit dammit). I ran my fingers through the hair covering those manly pits. It was almost like I was tickling the hairs. I was careful to not make contact with flesh and to not pull any hairs, which might wake Mike. I took my time, making sure I collected a good sampling of his pheromones on my finger tips. When I thought I’d collected about as much of his scent as I was likely to by that method I simply withdrew my hand and brought my fingers up to my nose for a nice, long sniff.



Dammit! It was wonderful, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Sure . . . my cock had by then risen to the level of full on boned but that just insured more than ever that I’d never be able to sleep.



It was a mistake. No . . . make that IT WAS A HUGE MISTAKE! They say that getting a good whiff of something only makes you crave much more. Boy, you can say that again. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much left that I could do; not safely anyway. I explored my options and there really wasn’t much there at all. So I lay there for probably another 30 minutes (at least) with a fucking hard on that wouldn’t quit and a growing desire that wouldn’t be denied.



No more baby steps, I decided. I couldn’t come up with a single idea that didn’t raise the risk level significantly. I couldn’t stand to just lie there much longer. I was sure it would seem like eternity if I tried. I still wasn’t willing to go absolutely crazy and guarantee something catastrophic happening but if I was going to increase my level of risk I was damn sure going to see a corresponding rise in the level of reward.



There would be no repeat of the Danny event that happened so long ago. I didn’t think I had the courage to risk that anyway and the fact that Mike had gone to sleep face down and still hadn’t budged made that possibility pretty much out of the question. That’s when I remembered some other things that I did with Danny that night after he’d rolled over and took away that easy chance to go for the gold, as well as other nights later on when I shared his bed during subsequent sleepovers. Those things would be more risky but I felt they would be worth the risk, especially when you factored in the potential for plausible deniability if it should wake Mike from his hibernation.



First I scooted over closer to Mike. The idea was to throw one of my legs over his as if it was accidental and happened during the course of some normal tossing and turning. Mike was actually lying in an almost perfect position for that. Still lying face down, his leg that was closest to me was extended straight out and his legs were parted slightly with the other leg (his right) bent slightly at the knee so that he was actually facing away from me ever so slightly. Looking back on my technique now I can find a rather amateurish flaw in the execution but it seemed a safer way to proceed at the time. Lying on my left side, almost close enough to bring our bodies into contact, I rolled to my right and in the act of doing so, placed my right leg over Mike’s left. With that move completed, I closed my eyes tightly and froze, faking sleep in case the sudden contact had roused him from his long winter nap. Nothing. I waited as until I was pretty sure the danger had passed; almost afraid to breathe. The flaw had been that the movement of my leg was too slow, too precise and too gentle to pass as a genuine accidental movement in my sleep. The beauty of it was that my leg ended up positioned between Mike’s legs, my hard on was pressed firmly against the back of his muscular thigh, and the bonus that I hadn’t thought out in advance was that Mike’s bare ass (his left cheek anyway) rested against my groin above the waistband of my skivvies where flesh met flesh.



All I had to worry about then was resisting the urge to dry hump that man’s leg like I was his Aunt Hazel’s annoying Chihuahua who always humps visitors’ legs when they drop by the house to visit her. There was also the possibility that in my overly excited state I might eventually grow too excited from the feeling of Mikes furry ass cheek resting against my groin and lower abs and my erect penis digging into his leg and blow my load right there in my briefs very much as I had done with Danny during that wrestling match. Unlike the wrestling match caper, there was no thick denim material over the thin cotton briefs to disguise what might happen and Mike could awaken to the feel of something wet, warm and sticky all over his fucking leg. Short of one of those scenarios though, I figured I was gold. If Mike should wake up while our bodies were so entwined all I had to do was fake being sound asleep and unaware of being pressed up against his body. He’d more than likely just push me off him and back toward my side of the bed, at which time I would make some sleepy mumbling noises as if the disturbance had almost woke me up and I’d roll myself over and pretend to fall back into a deeper sleep. It didn’t seem like potential ass kicking material.



Incredibly, Mike didn’t move or show any signs of waking up for the ten minutes (approximately) that I lay pressed close against his warm body. Feeling it was safe to be just a bit bolder once again, I casually let my right arm fall across his body. That left my forearm resting on his other furry cheek and my hand dangling just beyond his right hip. After waiting just a couple minutes to make sure that latest movement hadn’t disturbed him, I realized that by slowly retracting my arm back no more than a couple inches I could close my fingers to curl around to the front of Mike’s hip.



So there we lay. Mike was face down with most of his weight resting ever so slightly on his left side, hip and leg. My right leg was thrown over him and tucked between his two hairy, muscular legs. My hard cock was pressing firmly into the back of his tightly muscled thigh through the thin cotton material of my briefs at the same time that the curve of his furry hard left cheek rose up to push into my groin and lower belly. To top things off, I basically held him by his right hip with my finger tips resting against the rough pouch of the athletic supporter that was all he was sleeping in. The only down side was that my fingers were not in contact with the big, fat cock that lay suspended within the pouch of that jock. I couldn’t be sure exactly how far my fingers were from the Promised Land but judging from the fact that the jock pouch appeared to be laying flat against Mike’s groin and not tented upward at all it must have been 2 inches or more out of my reach and possibly buried under the weight of his sleeping body. I have to admit that the urge to grind my cock into Mike’s leg and bring myself to climax was constant and pretty damn intense in that position.



Well, the temperature had been pretty good in the bedroom throughout most of the night. There was a slight hint of a chill in the air but it was warm and toasty under a top sheet and blanket that covered us. Mike actually moved for the first time since I’d climbed into bed with him earlier that night as I was lying partially on top of him. It wasn’t a major movement but the fact that he’d moved at all after remained perfectly still for as long as he had gave me cause for concern. All he really did was turn his head to face the other direction, placing his other cheek against the pillow for a change. He didn’t really raise his head any more than necessary to make the turn of the head possible. He didn’t look around at all and he didn’t make a sound other than what the slight stirring of his body caused. Then as he settled back down into the soft pillow he wiggled his ass a bit which almost freaked me out. Rather than jerk away from him and try to feign sleep, I simply froze where I was. After a while I realized that the slight wiggling of his ass was not a conscious effort on his part and he was merely settling his weary body deeper into the mattress just as his head was resettling into his pillow. Still, it had thrown a scare into me and I made doubly sure that I didn’t move at all until I was sure he had returned to the same deep sleep that he’d enjoyed all night.



Unfortunately, with Mike and I pressing the flesh under those covers it started becoming a bit warm after a while. I knew that I was starting to sweat a little where my body was in contact with his and I suspected that the light misting of moisture that had formed between us where we were lying flesh to flesh wasn’t all my sweat. So eventually, I reluctantly rolled carefully to my left and onto my back. I remembered to murmur softly, as in my sleep, and then toss and turn for a few seconds as if I were tossing and turning as I tried to get more comfortable in my sleep. Just in case Mike had wakened enough to notice the movement.



I’m not sure how long I lay there, listening carefully to the sound of Mike’s breathing and occasional soft snores searching for signs that he was either in a lighter state of sleep or had fallen back into the deep and relatively safe sleep that he’d enjoyed most of the night up until that point. I was tired. You can’t lie in bed as long as I had and not feel tired but I knew there was still no way I was going to get to sleep anytime soon. My cock was still up and my mind was telling me it wanted more contact with Mike and the sexier the better.



Mike was still lying pretty much face down in bed meaning that any contact with his cock and/or balls was pretty much out of the question without some kind of major movement that would seem monumental after how little he’d moved so far that long night. And if such a monumental shift in his position were to happen, I’d have probably been too afraid to make a move again until the sun was up and maybe until he was awake and ready to have his way with me. So I lay there contemplated my next possible move. Don’t ask me where I suddenly found the set of brass fucking balls but once this ridiculous idea flashed across my mind there was no way I could change my mind. Hell, I couldn’t even scare myself out of making that next move and believe me, I tried.



It just suddenly occurred to me that as restrictive as the combination of that full elastic pouch of Mike’s jock strap and his position in bed were as far as getting to his jewels, it offered practically no resistance to getting at his gorgeous fucking hot ass. There was no question that inserting my cock or even a finger up his tight little virgin pucker would surely wake him instantly and almost as surely guarantee my own slow and agonizing death. That left me only one option that would satisfy by burning desire and possibly let sleeping hunks lie.



For that next trick I had to scoot down much further toward the foot of the bed. In fact, I slid down so far that my feet and part of my legs were hanging out from under the covers, exposed to the cool night air about which I could give a rat’s ass. That also meant that my head needed to slip under the covers; either that or pull the covers down and off of Mike’s torso, which seemed like much more of a risk. Of course that had me flying blind, or at least a lot more so than I had been in the faintly lit room without a sheet and blanket filtering out that little bit of ambient light. I didn’t really mind that either. My lips and tongue would just have to operate on Braille if necessary.



It wasn’t easy sliding back up to get into the position I needed to be in. Mike’s legs were not spread apart nearly far enough for me to squeeze my torso up between them. That necessitated me resting the weight of my upper body on my elbows to keep from lying out on top of him, especially while I was moving up his body toward my target. It wasn’t very comfortable and I wasn’t sure how long I could maintain that position on my knees and elbows but I didn’t care. If Mike woke up while I was in that position I’d have been a sitting duck. There was no way I’d have been able to move fast enough to save myself.



I was in position. For safety sake, I lightly blew on the cheeks of Mike’s ass to see if he would stir. He did not. So I grew bolder and softly planted a kiss on one of his furry cheeks. Nada. Now came the tricky part. I extended my tongue and lapped briefly at that same cheek that I had just kissed. Mike didn’t stir. I was greatly encouraged. Thank god for heavy fucking sleepers! Next, I aimed for where I thought the crack should be, separating those two fuzzy globes. I was slightly off to the right but rode the side of that buttock right down into his hairy furrow. Actually, I didn’t hit bottom as I’d hoped. I don’t want to say Mike’s ass was big. It wasn’t; not at all. He didn’t have a bubble butt; at least not by the stringent standards that I set upon making such a designation. But his ass was mighty fine; it was deeply and strongly muscled. It stood out proud and it was very well rounded. Why do you think I believed that he should have been a natural born poster boy for Levis? As beautiful as that butt was, it presented a fairly formidable natural obstacle to any digit, especially a tongue that hoped to invade it. Those 6 glutei; three on either side; created a cleft that was deep and pressed the cheeks together tightly enough to present considerable resistance to any anal intruders with designs on reaching that man’s hopelessly tight pucker.



With great reluctance, I realized that I might be forced to alter my goal and settle for less than I’d originally hoped. Ever reaching Mike’s tight little hole was going to require me to gently pry his cheeks apart with my hands to facilitate my tongue delving deep enough and that simply screamed DANGER. So, I went about riding that stud’s crack from the base of his balls to his tail bone with my tongue. I was slow and deliberate. I dove as deep into that crack as my tongue could descend. I was lapping up a storm and drooling into that moist, delicious trench for probably 3 to 5 minutes when I heard this voice out of the darkness.

“You are one sick fuck!”



Rather than rise up and come out from under the covers, placing my face squarely in the path of a flying fist, I scooted backward as quickly as I could on knees and elbows to execute an emergency egress from the foot of the bed.



I was stunned to hear laughter coming from the other end of the bed.



“What the fuck are you doing?” Mike chuckled.



I stared in disbelief at the silhouette of Mike sitting up in bed looking toward wear I stood speechless. When I finally found my voice, I nervously croaked, “Rimming you?”



“You really are a sick fuck”, Mike repeated. I have heard of rimming. Saw guys do it to chicks in a few porn videos I’ve watched so I knew what it was or is”, he went on, “but I have never, ever experienced it and never thought I would; not even from a chick; definitely not from a dude.”



“I’m sorry”, I apologized, thankful that I wasn’t being pummeled as we spoke. I got so horny lying here watching you sleep”, I tried to explain.



“Watching me sleep?’ Mike interrupted. “How long were you watching me sleep?”



“All night”, I answered honestly. You fell asleep so quick and when I came out of the bathroom I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to sleep. There were no sheets or anything for me to make up the couch and you left the bedroom light on so I just assumed I was supposed to sleep in here. I couldn’t get to sleep. I kept hoping you would wake up sooner rather than later and fuck me like you said you wanted to do, but you were sleeping so soundly and I was wide awake so I just lay here watching you. After a while I got so fucking horny I just couldn’t resist.”



“Calm down”, Mike laughed. “You’re talking a mile a minute. I said you were a sick fuck. I didn’t say I didn’t like what you were doing. I have to admit that I’m shocked that I liked it but it felt awfully damn good. If I’d known you were going to stop and jump out of fucking bed like that I’d have just lain here and enjoyed it.”



“Oh wow!” I exclaimed. “You mean you liked it? You really liked it?”



“Surprisingly I did”, he admitted.



“Can I do it some more” I asked.



“Does that mean you don’t want to get fucked?” he asked, answering my question with a question.



“Oh yeah . . . I do” I answered, trying to sound a lot more sure than I really felt about that idea. I still wasn’t 100 per cent sure it would turn out to be a great idea. “But I’d barely gotten started rimming you and was enjoying it so much. If you’re not in a really big hurry, I’d love to rim you some more, a little deeper, and maybe suck your cock some more to get you good and ready to fuck me”.



“Damn man . . . you really dig my ass that much?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious and maybe a little impressed.



“Well, probably not as much as I love that beautiful cock of yours but I have to admit that your ass is pretty damn awesome too; especially now that I’ve gotten a little taste of it”, I answered in complete honesty.



“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again . . . you are one sick dude”, Mike grinned. “You remind me so much of Randy that it’s not even funny”, he said. That boy loved my cock so much he almost seemed to worship it. It seemed like he couldn’t get enough of it down his throat or up his tight, tiny butt. I’ll tell you something but it’s just between us. Randy was a great little cock sucker and his ass was probably the best damn ass I ever fucked, but I think what I miss most about him is the way he looked at my cock and the way he fucking craved it as much and as often as I would give it to him. That made me feel almost as good inside as my dick felt fucking either of his holes”.



I’m pretty sure that was as close to sentimental and as soft as I ever saw Mike S get about anything and it might have been the softest and gentlest he’d been in a long time if not ever.



“You’re a lot like Randy, or maybe he was a lot like you”, Mike told me. “Even Randy didn’t get all wet and excited about my ass or at least he never did anything like you were doing to it, and I thought he was a sick fuck. I’m glad you decided to spend the night. Now get back down there and finish what the fuck you started before I kick your ass, but you should know that anything other than your tongue gets near my hole and it wouldn’t be pretty.



Well, what can I tell you? One thing the Navy taught me was how to follow a direct order. I pretty much picked up right where we’d left off, except we were both on top of the covers where I could see what I was doing a lot better in that dim light filtering through the bedroom window. Mike spread his legs a lot wider so that I didn’t have to support my weight on my elbows as I’d done earlier and that allowed me to delve a little deeper and made the going much easier. After a while, he even took the initiative and got up on his hands and knees to allow me even better access. All the while, he oooooo’d and ahhhhh’d as I licked his most private part from stem to stern. He started to rise up out of his position when I put my hands on his cheeks with my fingers pointing into the crack of his ass, but I explained that it was just to spread his cheeks wider and allow me to lick his hole better. I licked the hell out of that man’s tight, hairy butt and even slipped my tongue in his super tight hole. He never asked me to stop.



TO BE CONTINUED AGAIN (Sorry, I really thought I could end it with Part 5 but that’s not quite the end yet.)



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