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Can I Take You To Bed? Part 2

Date: 7/24/2017, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Author: dantheman1980, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

The next week passes by at such an excruciatingly slow pace. All I can think about is that night we shared and how I left you wide-eyed and breathless. For a few days you're also speechless but I let that ride. It's a shock to the system, I get it. But there's no denying that you got what you wanted! I keep getting flashbacks to the moment you exploded in my mouth holding my face in your hands as you moaned out loud in the throes of pleasure. And how I sucked the come right out of you, swallowing every drop. You were delicious, and well, you seemed to think so too as you proceeded to taste yourself on my tongue afterwards. We text back and forth by day in work and by night the odd text or inbox message and then as the weekend approaches it occurs to me that you will be back for more. If not, well maybe I can just tempt you over and over again until you cave in. Gradually those messages lead to a phone call when I manage to get you all alone and I can't help myself. I do love a good buildup. 'So tell me,' I begin so boldly, 'most men looking to explore would have just wanted to blow and go. You really got into it and you really enjoyed it. Would it be something you'd want to explore further?' 'I'm definitely open to it in future,' you decide. 'If it's anywhere near as hot as it was the other night.' 'So what are you doing this weekend?' 'I have no plans. You?' you ask innocently enough. 'How about a drink? I know a good quiet place. Dark and exclusive!' Like yourself. Friday ... evening rolls around and I meet you at the bar inside the Neon Lighthouse. It's a small bar with a fifties art deco style right out of a film noir. Horizontal blinds on the windows, lit mostly by candles and streetlight. All it's missing is the cigarette smoke and jazz music. Instead the theme is a mellow chill-out dance selection. I ask the barman for a comfortable screw, then give you a look. Your mouth remains firm but your eyes smile back at me. Make it two. Make it four and we even have a booth all to ourselves where the conversation is laid back and humorous, no sign of tension or regret. Just before midnight it's time I popped a question or two. I can't hold it in. I'm addicted to your body language and I want more and more. 'I know I already asked you, but I'm going to ask again. Would you go further?' 'Explain,' you say. 'I'm talking about sex,' I explain. You pause and I don't see it but I feel a gasp blow gently against the back my hand like a kiss as I toy with my empty glass. 'With men?' 'With me!' You draw a little nearer, eyes directly on mine. 'You want me to have sex with you?' you ask. 'If I can be so forward, I want you to make love with me,' I confess, and then I see the hesitation. It comes over like a darkness in your eyes even though you won't look away. 'Sex, yes, but with that soft edge, if you know what I mean?!' 'Oh I know,' you say from the heart and I appreciate that more than you know. 'But can we? Is that not something you do in a relationship ...