I'd already patted his leg once, and noticed it was all hard muscle, the lean, gristly kind I really like. So now I put my hand on his leg, and very slowly groped my way up towards his rapidly expanding basket. His jeans had become exceedingly tight in that area! I simply continued to massage his box, and felt his cock throb inside his pants.
"Anybody else live here?" Leon asked, his voice a bit husky. "Nobody here but us two", I replied. "but perhaps you'd be more comfortable if we continued this upstairs? That's where the shower is".
"Yeah, man", Leon said, "let's go upstairs. I think I'd really like to do what you said..."
He preceded me up the stairs, giving me a delicious view of his backside; I was getting hornier by the minute, watching as the back of each muscular thigh was revealed as the cloth of his jeans was pulled tight. I had to pinch myself - I thought I might be dreaming! "Do you run a lot?" I asked. "Did track in a coupla high schools, and run a mile every morning", he replied: "How did you know?"
"You have the leg-development of a runner", said I. "I admire legs built like yours".
In my bedroom, he stood, not knowing quite what to do. Then he kicked off his shoes. I stood before him, holding myself back: "don't go too fast", I said to myself. To Leon I said, "Now: if at any time I do something you don't like, just say so and I will stop. I want you to have a nice time, and go away from here feeling good about what happened".
"Don't worry", he replied. "You come across as a gentleman, and I feel, well, GOOD about you being my first encounter". So saying, he unbuttoned his loose shirt and tossed it aside; he wore a singlet underneath. His arms, now exposed were sinewy, and smooth with a few veins to raise gentle shadows on his glistening jet-black skin. I wanted to lick them ALL over, but I restrained myself, and shed my own shirt and tee. Then I gripped his singlet above the belt-line and assisted him out of it. I let out a whistle of appreciation: his chest was specTACular! I wanted to lick that all over, too! But he seemed hesitant about going any further, so I unzipped my pants and dropped them unabashedly, revealing a prominent hard-on which had been aching to be free for some while. Leon stared at it with more interest than he would have admitted to himself. After a few moments, I unbuckled his belt, gently lowered his zipper and slowly pushed his pants over his hips. Against his ebony skin, his white jockey shorts sparkled brilliantly, only partly concealing his own erection. But for the moment, it was those "runner's thighs" I wanted to see - and feel - and lick - and bite - and...
I knelt to help him step out of his jeans, and there before me were two of the most perfectly formed legs I have ever seen! Polished cast iron in color, and almost as hard, with muscle structure worthy of a text book. He stood, awkward still, but I decided to "go for broke" and reached up and pulled his dazzling shorts down to the floor. Then I stood up and appraised my "find", as he unsuccessfully tried to cover his private parts with his hands. There was not an ounce of adipose tissue on his frame: he was ALL muscle, but natural muscle, not the over-done body builder thing. But for close-cropped hair on his head, the shadow of a mustache, wispy eye-brows, long lashes and a small, tightly curled bush, he was absolutely glabrous. When he shifted his weight to step out of his shorts, every active muscle was briefly outlined in variations of black on black. A glance told me I was already beginning to "leak", and I thought he might be doing the same, but he was still trying to cover himself. I was speechless with admiration! "About that shower", Leon said. "Right, ho!" I replied, and I grabbed his hand and pointed him in the direction of the bathroom. He was fully erect now, and his pecker preceded him, moving only slightly side to side as he walked. It was gorgeous!
or Now, it isn't easy to avoid some "body contact" when two people shower in a conventional stall! And AVOIDING body contact was the farthest thing from MY mind. But this was all very new to Leon, and it took a while for him to get into the swing of things. I ran the water pretty hot, and began to soap him from his neck down. The effect of the water and soap on his polished skin was electrifying to me, and Leon gradually began to relax. When I reached his perfectly flat belly, I dared go no further, but turned him around and soaped his back. My hard-on just "happened" to press against his neat buns a time or two, but he did not seem to mind. I washed him, lower and lower, squatted down and soaped those marvelous legs, then turned him around again and slowly worked my way up towards his crotch with the slippery soap. His cock pointed directly at my mouth, but I did not think he was yet "ready" for a blow-job. But I DID wash his small and tightly knotted balls, and his cock, and was rewarded by moaning sounds that told me Leon was enjoying the attention.
Suddenly, he grabbed my head and pulled me back to my feet: it was the first time he had touch any part of me. He took the soap from my hand, and proceeded to wash me as I had him; he repeated my every move, so at one point MY cock was pointed directly at HIS mouth; but of course, he just followed my example and washed my balls and cock. I had to put a quick stop to that, though, for I was so turned on that only a stroke or two would have sent me over the edge. And then it happened: he said, very quietly, "Gawd, I never knew what I was missing...", and threw his arms around me and pulled me close to him. His cock ground against my stomach, and mine slipped between his thighs (I thought SURELY one of us would "lose it", but we didn't). "I never knew ANYthing could make me feel the way I do now", Leon said with a husky voice. "Don't you jack off?" I asked. "Aw, yeah, but it never felt like THIS!" he replied emphatically. "Well, it always HAS taken two to really 'do the tango'", I replied. His response was another thrust towards me and a very satisfied sort of "Maaaaaan, this is great..."
We must have stayed in the shower at least an hour. We soaped, rinsed, soaped, rinsed, hugged, grabbed, slipped and slithered: I relished his spectacular form, and he seemed satisfied with mine, such as it is. My pale skin against his searing blackness excited me almost to a frenzy, and it was with the greatest difficulty that I prevented myself from shooting a load. He, too, stopped me a few times as I washed or stroked his cock, so I knew he was "on the edge" - and wanted to stay that way! But eventually, I "called time out": I had to pee. "So do I", he said, a bit sheepishly. "No better time and place than right here", I said, "with the water to whisk it away". But, with our raging hard-ons, neither of us could do it! So I reached around and shut off the hot water: the sudden drenching in cold had exactly the desired effect on both of us, and within a few minutes we were able to let go against the tile and watch our piss-streams commingle. By the time we pumped out our last spurts, we were getting hard again, and I turned the hot water back on. But it was at this point I noticed he was un-cut, and Leon noticed that I was. He took my cock and examined it closely: "Never have really seen a cock this close up before", he said. "May it be the first of many", I replied. Then I shut off the water entirely, and handed him a big towel. He began to use it on himself, but again took his cue from me as I toweled him instead of myself. By the time we were dry, we were both hard again.
"I was right: you're a good teacher", he said as we went back to the bedroom. "That was the most fantastic experience I've ever had".
"There's more in store, if you want it". I replied. He looked puzzled for a moment, then said, "Oh, ya wanta jack off together?"
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