Alexander The Great 4

I leaned forward to kiss him, lips to lips, a short, sweet kiss that started a second and a third. As predicted, I felt his cock beginning to stir in my hand. I released it to run my fingers through the thick cum that covered my jeans and his body. I brought my hand to his face, covered with his cream and tasted it before slowly rubbing it over his cheeks and lips. Then I started licking his face clean. His own tongue snaked out of his mouth, and occasionally our tongues battled for the cum.

When we had cleaned his face, I made him get up so that I could look at him. As I lay back on the bed staring, I remembered the kid I had fallen in love with so many years before. The shoulders were broader now, the arms and chest more muscular, but just as devoid of hair as the first time I saw him naked in a locker room. His nipples centered each pec, hard and inviting. My eyes slid down over his flat stomach, noting the indent of his navel, and then past to the tan-line where his skin changed abruptly from a medium tan to pure white. My gaze lingered on the long creases where his legs joined his groin before moving to his penis.

Here, the years had been kindest. I recalled how thin and small his penis had been, nestled beneath a sparse growth of curly brown hair slowly inching its way south; now, his cock stirred, slowly returning to its seven-inch glory, emerging from a luxurious bush of curls. I thought of the bare, pink balls that had once only bulged slightly beneath his cock, now fuller and hanging low from his crotch, dotted teasingly with thin brown hairs. I licked my lips in anticipation of a more thorough investigation of his anatomy.

His legs were still smooth, but they were longer now, thick with the muscles that had only been promises those years ago. I slowly followed them down to knees, catching a thin, nearly invisible growth of hair on the shins below. His feet were a perfect ending to the body, a healthy arch that cried for the touch of a hand, a graceful curve that stretched to beautiful toes with well-kept nails.

My glance slowly moved back to his face. He had blushed beneath my gaze, making his sweet, innocent face seem all the more beautiful for his naughtiness. I motioned for him to turn around, slowly, and I gasped as he complied, bringing the sheer beauty of his butt to my attention. The cheeks were full, but by no means flabby. Under my inspection, the gluteus tensed, revealing the muscle's tone and shape beneath the thin layer of fat. I studied the crease that began along his spine, remembering how my finger had traveled that path moments earlier. My mind drifted in dreams of becoming buried in that vault.

Sitting up quickly, I pulled him to me, darting my tongue into his belly-button and savoring the sweetness of his skin. I felt the head of his cock on the underside of my chin, and lowered my head to capture the large glans against my lips. Slowly, I kissed and licked that beauty in preamble to swallowing it whole, but Alex pulled away.

"What's wrong, Alexander?"

"You're getting me so hot again, and you're not even undressed yet," he replied. "I think its time to do something about that."

Truth to tell, I had long forgotten the shirt that still hung open on my shoulders, the jeans still damp with Alex's climax. I don't think it would have bothered me if I had kept them on, just so long as I had Alex before me. Of course, if Alex wanted me naked as well, I wasn't going to object. I pulled my un-buttoned shirt off, but Alex grabbed my hand before I could fling it to the floor.

"I want to do that," he said quietly as he took the shirt from me and pushed me flat against the bed. Standing over me, he carefully folded my shirt before tossing it ceremoniously over his shoulder to the ground, his eyes twinkling.

He knelt at the foot of the bed, his face visible just beyond my knees and began untying my shoe-laces. Slowly he pulled the strings, allowing them to slide smoothly and slip free of the knot before stretching the leather out and off of my feet. His hands reached up into the legs of my pants one at a time, his fingers dancing in the short hair of my legs until they finally grasped the top of each sock, pulling them down as he pressed the soft fabric against my calf and foot. He paused, examining my feet with his tickling fingertips, tracing the instep and sole of each before digging deeper to run along the paths made by the bones.

My hands were claws, reaching for him with a need growing ever-more urgent, but he slipped carefully out of my reach before pushing me back down and moving about his task. I wiggled along the top of the bed with the ecstacy and tension his fingers created, feeling my body -- and my cock -- slip into a higher gear of pleasure. I feared that my own reaction would occur even more prematurely than Alex's had, before he'd even had the chance to liberate me from my jeans.

And then his hands were still, and I looked up to see him standing again. He leaned closely over me, bringing his lips into the hair along the center of my chest. I could only gasp in excitement as his lips played back and forth, traveling between nipples with barely a pause to slip one or the other into his mouth.

I watched as his beautiful face pressed into my stomach, still somewhat amazed at the thought of my favorite fantasy coming true. Slowly, I saw his nose move down my stomach, felt his tongue tease and enter my navel. His fingers once again graced my belt-buckle, but his earlier awkwardness was now replaced with finesse. Even while his fingers completed their work, his palms pressed smoothly along either side of my zipper, slowly massaging my aching cock.

Quite independent of my control, my hips began rocking, pressing my cock tighter against his hand as he un-did my pants. Cuing me to lift my buttocks, his hands moved to either side, grasping the waist band of my jeans. He slid these down just as he had my socks -- pressing the fabric tightly against my skin as they slowly traveled down my legs and over my feet.

Impatiently, my hands moved to remove my black briefs but drew back instantly, the surprise more than the sting of a slap driving them back. "Uh-uh," Alex grinned at me, and his hands returned to their previous, agonizing, slow movements across me.

I felt his hard cock press against my lower leg as he settled into a sitting position atop me, nearly bending double to trace the skin along the waist-band of my underwear with his tongue, carefully grazing my own hardened cock with his chin. My right leg stiffened beneath him, driven by his onslaught to move, yet trapped tightly.

His hand grasped my balls beneath the cotton fabric, slowly but insistently massaging them. His face moved onto my briefs, pressing against my cock as he breathed deeply, gently licking and nibbling at the moist areas left by the damp tip of my dick. Again, my hands reached for him, and once more they were pushed away as he smiled up at me, glancing through strands of his brown hair.

"Alex," I gasped, "I can't take much more!"

His smile only broadened before he returned to his work. Without letting go of my balls, he pulled at my briefs just enough to allow my prick to stand free and straining at my stomach. His breath washed it, causing it to throb.

For the first time, I saw a look of uncertainty in his face. He glanced up at me, almost frightened. I wanted to tell him he could stop, but my lips simply hung open to allow the ragged breaths pumping from my chest to escape. He looked back at my cock, and I saw his tongue slowly begin to descend from his lips, pausing only to wet them.

My body tensed in anticipation; knowing how close I was to orgasm, I feared I might never know the feel of his lips against me, never feel the warmth of his mouth engulfing me. But Alexander proved to be a merciful conqueror.

His tongue darted along the underside of my cock, wetting it from base to the flair of the head, then onward to play in the indent of my piss-hole. My own tongue tasted the sweat beading on my upper lip while large drops rolled down my flesh elsewhere to pool in folds of skin and soak the sheets beneath me.

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