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and a pot filled with geraniums. Clayton opened the door to his apartment, and Paul stepped in after him. It was a small, one-room studio with a galley kitchen just inside the door, a bathroom off that, and a futon folded out flat in the space beneath Plus Ones 51 the peaked roof. The windows were open to allow in the breeze, but the air in the room was still and very warm. Oh, you really do have a futon, Paul said in surprise. Is that a problem? Clayton asked as he unbuttoned his shirt. Paul blushed. Oh, no. Sorry. I don t know why I said that. A bead of sweat ran down his side, and he wiped the back of his hand across this forehead. It gets kind of warm up here, doesn t it? Clayton surprised him by leaning in for a kiss. The man s full lips were soft and warm, and Paul smiled when Clayton pulled away. It helps to sweat out the toxins. Clayton shrugged out of his shirt. Would you like to lie down? Despite the heat, Paul felt his cock respond to the sight of Clayton s body. He was toned and trim, his pale chest smooth and fit. Thinking that maybe the air would feel cooler closer to the floor, Paul removed his suit jacket and followed Clayton across the room, ducking beneath the slanted roof to step around to the side of the futon. He kicked off his shoes as he unbuttoned his shirt, watching Clayton unzip his pants and let them fall to the floor, revealing white boxers. Paul followed the example, and a moment later, lay stretched out beside Clayton, both of them wearing only underwear. They kissed and touched as birds chirped in the trees outside and the breeze blew warm air into the room. Paul s head spun from a combination of the heat and the plush feel of Clayton s lips. The man s hands, strong and nimble, touched him in spots usually ignored by other men he had dated, sending arrows of sensation shooting through him. After what seemed like hours of kissing, Clayton eased Paul s underwear down to release his cock and slowly stroke it. Paul moaned into Clayton s mouth and returned the favor, taking his long, thin length in hand. Have you heard of tantric sex? Clayton asked, his voice a whisper in Paul s ear. Paul opened his eyes, his mind working as he considered the question. It was so hot in the tiny apartment, he was having trouble thinking. If he answered incorrectly, would Clayton stop touching him? Um, I think so. That s the stuff Sting s into, right? Clayton sighed. Well, yes. But it s also a life-changing belief and a great way to prolong and intensify sex. Paul raised his eyebrows. Yeah? Clayton smiled. Yes. Care to try? Paul shrugged. Okay, sure. Clayton sat upright on the futon with his legs folded and instructed Paul to straddle his lap. Paul s erection bounced against Clayton s flat belly, and the rounded tip of Clayton s dick tapped against Paul s balls. 52 Hank Edwards I like this, Paul said. This is called yab-yum. Clayton smiled and leaned in to kiss him. Now, we share our breath. Paul frowned. Share our breath? When I breathe out, you breathe in. This allows us to match the rhythm of our breathing and get in sync. Paul parted his lips and positioned his mouth close to Clayton s. The man exhaled and Paul breathed in, taking the warm breath into his lungs. It was very sensual sitting on Clayton s lap, Clayton s cock pressed against his own, Paul s mouth so close to Clayton s plump lips. They sat that way for several minutes, breathing in each other s exhalations, until something occurred to Paul, and he pulled back to frown at Clayton. Aren t I breathing in your carbon dioxide? I thought that wasn t healthy. Clayton sighed. Let s try something else. Paul nodded. Good idea. They lay side by side and kissed some more. Clayton s touch was soft, gentle, and Paul found it exciting. But after several minutes, he longed to move to the next step. He tightened his grip on Clayton s cock and increased his strokes. Easy, Clayton said. Don t rush. Paul slowed his stroke again, and they kissed some more. Finally Paul pulled his head back and asked, Is it legal for tantrics to engage in oral sex? Of course, Clayton said with a smile. Just slowly. Paul moved down Clayton s body, kissing and touching his torso until he arrived at the head of his cock. He ran his tongue around the tip, taking care to move slowly as he made his way down the shaft to the furry globes of Clayton s balls. The drawn-out pace of his attentions made for an arousing change to his usual sexual practices, and Paul lost himself in the moment as he opened his lips to take Clayton s dick in his mouth. Things started out well; Paul could tell Clayton was enjoying it as much as he was by the encouraging sounds he was making. But the taste of Clayton s sweat mixed with his precum and the long, hot length of him lying along his tongue excited Paul, and he increased the rate of his suction. His lips clamped tight around Clayton s shaft, and he moved his mouth faster. He focused the pressure of his suction on the top half of Clayton s prick, fingers gripping the base. Oh, oh, Clayton gasped. Oh, wait. No, no, I can t. He let out a garbled cry that sounded like a mixture of release and curse. His hips rose from the futon cushion, slamming the full, bucking length of his cock into Paul s throat as he unleashed a flood of semen. Paul swallowed the thick stuff, surprised at the amount and wondering what Clayton s diet consisted of to give him that heavy a load. When Clayton lay spent beneath him, Paul lifted his head and smiled up at him. Clayton raised his head, glaring at him, and Paul pulled back in surprise. Plus Ones 53 What? You brought me to orgasm! Clayton roared. Paul frowned. Yeah, and you re welcome. I m tantric! Clayton said. I don t believe in achieving orgasm. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |