Free Twisted by Jake Mactire Page B

happy sigh. I worked my way down his calves. They were tight too. He was right, between the skiing and the family drama, he had been tightly coiled. I enjoyed the feel of him melting into my hands, relaxing at my touch. By the time I was done with his calves, he was loose and limber.
    “Okay, buddy, turn over on your back now.” He languidly rolled over. I had been right: he was rock hard. He was running his eyes over my body as I did the same to him. I found Mike indescribably beautiful. Although beautiful isn’t a word used for men often, with Mike it fit. His was a rough, lean, hard, masculine beauty.
    “Buddy, you are so fuckin’ gorgeous, all that muscle and fur, those sexy tawny eyes of yours, that fire crotch, that cute smile. I never get tired of lookin’ at you.”
    “I like lookin’ at you too, Jeffy. In my book, you’re the handsomest man on earth. I like lookin’ at that big cock of yours too. First time I saw you hard, remember what I said?”
    I laughed. “Yeah, I remember. You asked me if I play baseball with it.”
    “Now I know you put it to a lot better use.” I leaned over and kissed him, slowly, sensually. I pulled up and again straddled his hips. Our balls and cocks were nestled together, and the way they touched was an incredibly intimate feelin’. I squirted some oil on his chest and began to rub his shoulders and chest. He has a lot of blond fur on his chest and belly, and with the oil and candlelight it shone like burnished gold. As I massaged, we looked in each other’s eyes, each one of us silently speaking volumes by looks alone. He sighed contentedly as I moved down his chest and brushed over his nipples. I began to massage the muscles in his belly. I took my time, slowly working down his body, just enjoying the pleasure I was giving him. I bypassed his cock and balls when I got to that area. I started working his thighs. They were also tight from all the skiing we’d been doing. As I massaged his legs, he unconsciously spread them. I could feel him relaxing. By the time I had done both his legs, his muscles were relaxed. He stared up at me with a content and peaceful look. I lay down beside him and leaned over him. He put his arms around my neck, and I softly traced his lips with my tongue. He opened his mouth, and I slipped in, moving slowly over his teeth and lips before meeting his tongue. He must have liked it. He started whimpering into my mouth.
    “Nice?”
    “Oh yeah, Jeffy. I love the way you kiss.” I moved down to his neck and gently bit him. He made a sound halfway between a squeak and a moan. I locked my mouth on his again and began to softly press his tongue with mine. He tasted familiar, like Mike. A taste I would never get tired of. Mixed in with the lavender and rosemary and pine was his scent, tinged with the sharp muskiness of arousal. I fumbled around and got some oil on my hand and slowly moved down his chest and belly, following his treasure trail. I brushed my hand across his cock and balls, and he arched his back in pleasure. Then I used my finger to trace his puckered hole. I just had to rub for a few seconds before he opened up and welcomed me. I slid a finger up inside him and then another and began fingering him in a slow but insistent motion, rubbing his gland as I glided over it. He was squirming around and pushing against my hand, but I kept up slow, deliberate movements. I didn’t want to be rushed through this. He broke the kiss and looked at me.
    “Jeffy. Yeah, Jeffy. You know when I say your name like that your eyes just light up.”
    “I like it when you say my name, when you call me Jeffy.” I pulled myself up so I was on top of him. He reached down and put some oil on my dick and stroked it a few times. He spread his legs and pulled his knees back to his chest. I positioned myself and slid into him.
    He let out a groan. “How’s that feel for you, Jeffy?” I knew he was referring to the fact I wasn’t wearing a condom.
    “Incredible,