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"So." Bobby's stomach rolled with nervousness. "About that kiss..."
Clint chuckled. "Want another one?"
The man winked when Bobby looked up.
Bobby swallowed hard. "Maybe."
Clint raised an eyebrow. He took a healthy swig of his beer before setting
it down. Anticipation and arousal flooded every ending in Bobby's body when
Clint stood up and walked over to him. Breathing became optional when the
man straddled him.
Bobby groaned when Clint settled down right over his aching erection. He
quickly grabbed Clint's hips to keep the man from moving. Just the feeling
of Clint's body pressed against his, with
nothing but a few pieces of material separating them, was enough to make him
ache so much he was ready to blow.
"Clint."
"Bobby."
God, the way Clint said his name. Had anyone
ever made it sound so erotic?
"Please tell me you're a switch."
Oh god.
"I am." Bobby could take it or give it. Both
were pleasurable to him.
Clint grinned. "Fantastic."
Bobby hoped that meant Clint liked to
receive as much as he liked to give. "You?"
"As long as I know I'm being fucked by a
man, I can go either way."
Bobby had no idea what to do with that
statement. "Huh?"
"Patrick is cute and all, but I like knowing
I have a man in bed with me. I like muscles and hair and all the things that
make men into men."
Bobby gulped. "I have hair." He pulled his
shirt up to show Clint the hair on his chest.
"Now, that's what I'm talking about."
Clint grabbed the hem of Bobby's shirt and
pulled it up over his head. "Now, we just have to get you out of your
jeans."
Bobby kicked off his shoes and then reached
for the zipper on his pants. Clint pushed his hands away.
"Allow me."
Oh god.
Bobby's cock throbbed against his zipper as
it was slowly lowered.
"A man who goes commando." Clint grinned up
at him. "I approve."
Clint stood and then scooted back to grab
the bottoms of Bobby's jeans. Bobby lifted his ass up, allowing Clint to
slide his pants down and free. Just as quickly, Clint was back, straddling
Bobby's thighs.
Bobby cast Clint a nervous glance, blushing
when he saw the hungry look Clint was giving him. He swallowed tightly at
the feel of Clint's hard cock pressing against him through the man's jeans.
Clint slowly licked along Bobby's jawbone.
He nipped his way up Bobby's chin to his mouth, paying special attention to
his lips. Bobby groaned when Clint played a game of hide and seek with his
tongue, shooting in to touch him then back out, making Bobby chase him until
Bobby was fairly shaking.
"Clint."
"Yeah, Bobby? What do you want, baby, tell
me," Clint whispered against Bobby's lips.
"Please, I… need you naked… need to feel you
in me."
Clint suddenly sat up, his fingers going to
the buttons on his shirt. "All you had to do was ask, Bobby."
Bobby's eyes were heated, intent, as he
watched Clint slowly unbutton his shirt and pull it from his body. He mapped
out every inch of skin being revealed, hungry to taste it all.
Clint stood to his feet, still straddling
Bobby's body. Bobby watched with absolute fascination as Clint slowly
lowered the waistband of his jeans. One leg lifted, then the other. Finally,
Clint stood over Bobby totally naked.
"Fuck me!" Bobby whispered as he gazed at
Clint naked for the first time. There was just no way to describe the vision
before him.
Clint gradually lowered himself back over
Bobby both of them groaning when their bodies met, skin to skin, for the
very first time.
"Oh yeah, that's good," Bobby whispered
Clint's body skid against his.
Clint leaned over Bobby, resting on his
arms. He slowly lowered his head until Bobby's nipple was pressed up against
Clint's mouth. Clint licked at the tight nipple, manipulating it with his
tongue.
Bobby groaned, his arms shaking with his
need. When Clint turned his head and took the other nipple into his mouth it
was more than he could take. He grabbed Clint by the hair and pulled until
their lips met.
It was a rough, savage kiss, filled with
longing and need.
"Need you…" Bobby murmured against Clint's
mouth, nipping at his lips. His hips lifted, grinding his cock against
Clint's ass.
Clint lifted his head and smiled down at
Bobby. "Then you can have me." He reached down to the ground and grabbed his
jeans, pulling out a condom and single use lube packet.
Clint opened the package of lube and poured
some out onto his fingers. Clint dropped the packet onto the ground, winking
at Bobby before his face went serious. "You want to watch me get ready?"
"Oh, hell yes!" Bobby hissed.
Clint turned around until his was again
straddling Bobby's body, this time his ass was near Bobby's face. Bobby
couldn't restrain himself. He leaned over and flicked his tongue across one
rounded butt cheek.
When Clint shuddered against him, Bobby
grabbed Clint's ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He ran his tongue across
Clint's puckered hole. Clint's body jerked several times as the man groaned.
Bobby cried out when Clint lowered his mouth
over his cock and sucked in, lavishing Bobby's cock with his tongue. Clint
repeated this motion several times until he had Bobby was squirming and
groaning for him to stop.
"Clint… please… I'm gonna blow . You have to
stop!"
Clint lifted his head and smiled over his
shoulder at Bobby. All the air left Bobby's lungs when Clint slowly inserted
a finger into his own hole. He fingered himself for several moments before
adding a second one.
"Damn, that's pretty, baby," Bobby said as
he watched. "Does it feel good?"
Clint grinned as he nodded. "Oh yeah. But
it's going to feel so much better when you do this."
Clint added a third finger and moved it
around, in and out repeatedly, until he was stretched. He turned his body
around until he was facing Bobby once again.
"Are you ready for me, baby?"
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