1. The Kiss


    Date: 1/2/2016, Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Mature, Author: dantheman1980, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Jamie woke up the next day, he found himself in Jake’s bed, empty but for his own naked body. He sat up and wrapped the duvet around his waist, trying to gather his thoughts. Flashes of that night came back to him, with Jake’s touch seemingly as fresh on his skin as it was on his mind. That almost instantly made him hard again. It had been a long time since anyone had switched him on like that. In fact he’d never felt like this before and he wanted more. He searched his clothes for his phone, eventually finding it in his hooded jacket, then felt dejected at the absence of any messages. And the house was silent with no sign of Jake. Maybe Jamie had scared him away. He supposed he would have, although what happened in the early hours of the morning seemed both natural and choreographed, like they had both wanted it to happen just as much. But it was just as natural for someone like Jake to think twice about what had happened... As if to impose on the thought, and on Jamie’s guilt, a key turned in the lock to the front door downstairs, and then someone – hopefully Jake himself – let themselves in. Jamie suddenly found himself having to summon up a lot of courage. Five minutes later, he travelled downstairs barefooted and still as god had intended, but for the shorts he decided to put back on. He supposed he’d know soon enough were he and Jake stood after their encounter. ‘Hey sl**py head,’ came Jake’s voice from the kitchen, along with the aroma of freshly brewing coffee. Jamie ...
    walked in on Jake, somewhat sheepishly standing before him in his shorts and gave him an uncertain smile. ‘Hey,’ he finally said back. ‘Look, I’m going to be honest,’ Jake started mildly, and Jamie braced himself, ‘I’ve been thinking and I got nothing. I don’t know what happens now...’ ‘Nothing has to happen, nothing really did happen, did it?’ Jamie said as disarmingly as he could. ‘I don’t want you to be freaked out...’ ‘I’m not that freaked,’ Jake offered, though now being the one to feel dejected. He had acted on impulse as much as Jamie had. It didn’t feel wrong. ‘What happened this morning was fucking hot. I’m kind of ashamed I fell asl**p...’ Jamie smiled, and quickly that smile turned into a grin. Soon enough his face ached as he looked so fucking adorably at Jake, now ‘Yeah,’ he said, thinking about it, ‘yeah it was fucking hot.’ But Jamie had to come clean. Jake wasn’t the only thing on his mind and not the only reason he should feel guilty. He just couldn’t bring himself to. Not yet. ‘I’d do it again,’ he then teased, wondering what might happen. Jake looked him dead in the eyes making it so hard, then, for him to look away or think anything else. On the kitchen worktop, the boiling hot coffee dripped from the filter, releasing steam that billowed up into the air beside them. ‘Me too,’ Jake seconded. For the second time that morning Jamie found himself wrapped up in Jake’s strong naked arms, bodies intertwined beneath the duvet which was slowly but surely falling ...
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