Cupid Strikes Straight Men Pt 7

I’ve got him in both hands and almost down my throat. His cock is salty and firm. Every thrust of his pelvis brings a new hot drop of precum to invade my mouth with its slick essence.
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“Now, you’ve gone to a lot of effort to arrange this evening. I’d like to show my gratitude for your hard work.” I smile up at him, and marvel at the expression of pure joy that lights his face. “So, let’s switch spots–you lie here,” I tell him as I slide out from under him.
He rises, and then lays himself out the length of the sofa, hands behind his head, and looks at me. The firelight dances along the extent of his body, darkness gathering in the hollow of his muscular ass, light sparkling in the golden hairs of his legs, his armpits, his lower belly. He is beautiful.
I throw one leg over him and straddle his belly button. He beams up at me, and his hands find my buttocks, gripping them with his strong fingers. I bend down and kiss him, and this time he is tentative, demure–his tongue darts and retreats, letting me take the lead. I realize, as I look down upon him, that he is giving himself to me. He trusts me to guide him into the uncharted regions of his sexuality.
I kiss my way along his strong jaw up to his ear. “I want you so much it hurts,” I growl. Instantly, he groans and flexes beneath me, and I feel his surging cock poke me in the left buttock. I move down, kissing the soft skin of his throat, running my lips along the pronounced clavicles. I am delighted to find his nipples already stiff, poking out from his slabs...