Two-Bi-Two Curious Pt. 2
Letting the moment drift away I simply left my hands resting on Jim's now quivering bottom.
Jim's breathing slowed. I slowly leaned forward, letting my open hands slide up the length of him. When I reached the crest of his shoulders I gently lowered my self on to his smooth back. I could feel some subtle electric current cross between us as I let my entire weight settle on his prone form.
I drew deep the soap clean scent from the nape of his neck. I let my hands trace out the lengths of his arms. I could feel my hard nipples pressed against Jim's strong back. When I let escape a slight murmur of comfort I was rewarded by a subtle hip-grind in return. From his slight movement I could tell Jim felt my stiffening penis nestled between his strong gluts. Briefs might cover a great deal but they didn't hide much.
Clasping his right wrist, directing his outstretched arm up over his head I whispered, "Just relax and go with me for a second." I cupped the point of his left hip with my free hand and executed a perfect roll. We ended up centered on the queen size bed, each on our right side, nestled together like spoons. I let my free left arm relax, neither holding nor hugging. Jim let out a soft giggle.
We lay together together just breathing, feeing the movement of the other body against our own.
"I always thought it would be hard and quick," whispered Jim. "I never thought it would be slow and easy." He took my left hand and pressed it to his breast. Directing my fingers he showed me his desire, how he wanted to be touched, with full appreciative caresses. Letting his now hard nipple roll and slide beneath my open hand.
The longer we lay together the more erect my penis became. I was sure that Jim was aware as I pressed against him. As if reading my mind Jim gave another hip-grind acknowledgment. It was my turn to giggle.
Feeling emboldened by the intoxication of our closeness and the clear signals being sent I let my free hand wander from the slow heaving of Jim's breast. Finger tip tracing my way down the middle of his abdomen, across his navel, I stopped at the slight fur above the waist band of his Jockey briefs. I placed my open hand fully against his lower abdomen and pulled him firmly to me. There would be no mistaking my hardened penis now pressed firmly against his lower back.
Meticulously I slipped my little finger beneath the elastic band of his shorts. I relished his soft course pubic hair. I delighted in Jim's involuntary intake of breath as I first laid a hand in the sensitive region above his manhood. Teasing and tempting I slipped my hand to trace with light touch finger tips the line between his abdomen and the tops of his thighs. Pressing firmly at that delicate point, letting the electricity flow from my fingers to his inner desire.
Jim leaned back against me, lifting his left leg, giving me permission. Allowing me free access. I slid my open hand again through his pubic hair and let his now hard penis drag across the back of my hand. I could feel Jim's heart pounding in his chest. Withdrawing my hand slightly I let the tips of my fingers find the hot hardness of Jim's erect penis. Following the natural curve I encircled Jim's stiff member in my fist and squeezed softly. Jim's body began to rise off the bed as each of his muscles in turn began to flex and tighten.
Through broken breaths Jim could only repeat, "Oh. Oh my... Ohhhhhhhh."
The soft hot skin of Jim's penis, laying across my hand, mesmerized me. I could not let it go. It was perfect. Strong. Long. Full. Pulsating. I had so long dreamt of this moment. Now there was truth. The complete truth of Jim's perfect erect manhood and I held it in my hand. I was entranced.
Ever so slowly I loosened my grip enough to let Jim begin to slide through my clasping hand. Down to the base, pressing against his testicles. Then ever so slowly, letting the line and feel of his engorged penis show me, so slowly, up, teach me, to the top, until the slight gathering of foreskin kisses over the tip of his purple glans. Then full truth again, down to the bottom, slowly.
I can feel within me a growing hunger, an addiction. As I repeat the long hand journey from abdomen to tip and back again I feel my desires well up inside me. My most secret fires begin to burn brightly. My anxious, selfish wanton desires begin to lift me up. Every muscle begins to tighten with anticipation. My penis, hard from my first touch, throbs. A spreading spot of ejaculate shows clearly on my tented briefs.
As I withdraw my hand Jim is visibly let down. Reassuringly I again pull him close, his hip tight to my throbbing hidden member. Again I place my open hand on his bare chest. Lightly pressing, holding him close. Waiting for our collective gasping breathing to subside.
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