Alexander The Great 5

Now his lips travelled the same path, and I caught the glint of his eyes as they quickly examined my face. More confidently, he took the tip of my penis between his lips, allowing his tongue to press the sensitive flesh. Just the other side of briefs that barely hung on my hips, his hand continued its rhythmic massage on my balls.

Suddenly the world tilted as the heat of Alex's mouth slowly slid down the length of my cock, warmly, moistly caressing it. My eyes had long ceased seeing, but the image of Alex's lips stretched around me permeated my brain, burning into me. "Alex," I gasped as if calling his name was my only hold to the reality of our love. His response was immediate, pulling his lips back over my cock to once again tongue the head and descend again.

My whole body jumped, fire racing along every nerve-path. He was nearly dislodged as I bucked harder and harder, almost hoping his mouth would leave me before I died from sheer pleasure. I couldn't breath and didn't care; breathlessly, I screamed, "Alexander!" over and over, knowing he couldn't hear me. Then even that was lost as I felt something deep in my crotch explode, and I sat up as spasms hit my lower belly.

Sometime later, I realized that Alex had never removed his lips from my cock, though somehow, my shorts had disappeared. A gentle breeze hit my sweat-soaked body, and chills shook me violently. I reached for Alex, and this time his hands didn't stop me. My fingers twirled gently in his long hair, trying to entice him to leave my cock alone for awhile.

Slowly, his lips released my dick, which had briefly considered softening, then thought better. He looked up at me, smiling, and I thought I would die.

"Alexander," I whispered, "I love you." Even in my own ears, it sounded stupid, but no other words could escape my lips. "I love you," I repeated, then repeated again.

He slid up the bed, then gently bent his head down and kissed me. Until that moment, I had known no urgency other than lust, but my lust had been temporarily sated. Still the kiss held urgency and I pulled him into my arms, wanting to hold him there with me forever. Just as softly as the kiss had begun, he stopped, moving to curl up against me. His head rested on my shoulder, and though I knew we were both erect and anxious to begin our sexual liaison again, we were in no hurry.

I lightly kissed his forehead, and saw him smile at me as his fingers began to twirl in the hair on my chest. "God, Alex," I whispered, "I've never come like that in my entire life."

"It was intense," he giggled. "I wasn't sure you were still with me for a while."

"Oh, I was with you, that much I'm certain of. Where we were, now that's another question entirely."

His grin broadened, then grew wistful. "What happens tomorrow?"

"Assuming I'm capable, I make a token appearance at home, then get back here as fast as I can."

"No ... I meant ...." His words hung there between us, suspended by the fear in his eyes.

"Between us or out there," I gestured widely, arching my back against sheets that stuck to me, plastered by the sweat of my exhaustion.

"Both, I guess."

"Alex, I can't speak for anything but myself. I just don't know what tomorrow may hold, but I do know that I'll face whatever it is. Of course, with you beside me ...."

His look startled me. "You do want to be beside me, don't you?"

"Sean, I -- yes, more than anything. But I'm scared. I mean, it's so hard."

"I can see that," I replied, reaching for his penis.

"That's not what I meant!"

"I know. But it was hard to imagine not having you near me even before tonight. Now that scares me more than anything. I love you, Alex, and I don't want to lose that."

"What if it doesn't work, what if --"

"We'll deal with it if and when it comes up."

"Oh, Sean, you make it sound so easy."

"Maybe, but I guess we know better, huh?" He nodded as reply. "Look, it all comes down to how we feel about each other and what we want to do about it."

He suddenly sat up on an elbow to look me in the eyes. "Maybe it is easy if that's all there is to it. I love you, Sean, and I always want to be with you." Slowly, his head moved closer, lips reaching for mine. My arms found themselves folding him into me as we kissed, and I rolled over on top of him, smothering him in my love.

I paused to whisper, "I want you," in his ear before my tongue traveled the curl of his ear, then moved down the side of his face to his neck. His hands grasped the sides of my head as he moaned his approval. I kissed his neck, bit it, sucked at it while my own hands gently roamed his sides. I could feel his hard cock beneath me while I slid a little further down to taste his shoulders. Now we were both moaning again: he -- in pleasure, me -- with desire.

His shoulders were sweet against my tongue, smooth beneath my lips. Ever so slowly, I moved downwards, delving into the pits of his arms to breath in the downy forest of hair that grew rich with the mild smell and taste of his sweat. Still my lips moved downward to tease at his nipples, occasionally catching one or the other between my teeth, a swift nibble then onward.

My tongue traced the lower ribs where they jutted above his heaving belly. My fingers moved upwards once more to cup and squeeze his small breasts, tweaking the nipples as they caught between fingers. His hands topped mine as my face attached itself to the soft skin of his stomach, marveling at the hardness beneath the surface. His fingers stretched beneath mine, and I turned my palms upward, eagerly grasping his hands. I burrowed into his navel with my tongue, replacing the pool of sweat with saliva.

Then his cock was once again against my chin, but my lips ignore it, trailing the smooth, white crotch around it. My tongue found the crease where thigh met groin and slowly painted up one side and down again, never once touching his genitals. I lifted his legs, parting them slightly to continue my trek down the inner sides of his thighs, pausing on the underside of his knees.

Further I slid, until my own knees rested on the floor with his legs spread around my head and tickling tongue, held in place by the arms that stretched upward to hold his hands. I released my hold to move even further down, where my tongue feasted on his in-step. He moaned, his toes quivering before my eyes as I lathered the bottom of his feet. I may have spent a year moving down his body, and I wanted to spend another year moving back up, but I had ideas that hurried my movements along.

Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth from his feet and spread his legs once more, bending them upwards at the knees. The view was pure heaven! Right in front of me, his cock pointed upwards at the ceiling, rising high above the foundation formed of a wrinkled bag of skin, twin bulges separated by a smooth seam down the middle. Framing both were scant brown hairs that enhanced, rather than hid the beauties before me. The hairs thinned as they suddenly dove beneath his scrotum and into the cleft beneath. Urging his knees higher, I moved in closer.

It was still slightly stretched from my finger, but gently puckered as if waiting for a kiss; I didn't keep it waiting long. I literally dove between his legs to kiss his sweet asshole. My tongue lapped along the crack, brushing harshly against his hole, then moving north to tickle his balls. I felt drunk with lust as my tongue dug into him, slipping past the tough sphincters that guarded his asshole.

By this time, Alex was nearly screaming, but I would not stop. Deeper I pressed into him with my tongue, while savagely pressing his legs into his body to allow me easier access. Then I slipped out to capture his balls in my mouth. Gently I rolled the hard, inner cores with my tongue until they tightened against his body and pulled from my mouth. I noted the drops of clear cream dripping from the tip of his penis, and once more moved down to drive my tongue into his ass. I would have stayed there, but I had not yet tasted his gorgeous cock.

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