Micheal re-entered. The light had been off in the room before now, but as he shut the door, all that was left was the moonlight streaming in through the large window. The room was filled with a soft, blue colour, and the edges of the room seemed to become distant. It put everything which was about to happen into perspective, and any doubts that I had about sleeping with Micheal were put to rest. He lay down next to me, and pulled the tee-shirt over his head. He lay, silhouetted by the light through the window, breathing heavily, but making no move. Held against the waistband of his freshly donned boxers (he had retrieved them from downstairs whilst I had examined his room) was a bottle of what I hoped was lube, and a condom packet. I lay there, looking at him, as he lay facing the ceiling. I decided that he wanted me to make the first move. I lay one hand weightlessly on his stomach, my middle finger just twitching the elastic of his pants. He made a move as if to become more settled, pushing his waist upwards. I applied the same pressure downwards with my hand, and slid over the condom and into his pants, the lube bottle lying between my thumb and forefinger. I felt the tangled, wiry mesh of his pubes, and felt within them, but not so as to feel his dick. When my fingers strayed onto his hairless belly, I felt the spasms within him, and I felt that it was time. I withdrew my hand, taking the lube and the condom with an easy motion. Micheal still lay there.
I flipped my leg over him, so I sat straddling him. He moved his gaze to look into my eyes, and the intensity of it nearly made me look away, but I resisted. By the feel of cotton on my naked arse, he enjoyed it. I let my hand cup his cheek, and I realised that, while he might have taken the lead downstairs, playing the predator, up here he wanted to be treated. I lowered myself sensuously, kissing him slowly, letting the threads of dry saliva and beer hold our lips together for a brief moment before we parted. He made no move to wrestle me with his tongue as before, so I slipped mine in, and explored all around his mouth, his cheek cavities, and his tongue, all with the slight taste of me still lingering there. We were still gazing into each others eyes. I withdrew, and stuck my tongue out at him. He complied, and stuck out his tongue to its full extent. I lowered down again, and took it in my mouth like I had his penis, and began to blow it, arching my neck up and down, licking the underside of it, while gently sucking the taste of his saliva off it. I heard a strangled sound, as Micheal tried to moan without his tongue, but I felt his please more than I heard it. I decided to move on to the real thing. I slid myself down his body, my tongue now searching in and out of the places that I had fantasised about- his nipples, his treasure trail. I detoured to his armpit, and licked away what remained of my pre-cum, and his sweat. I reached his penis. I slid his boxers down, but not off, and buried myself in his balls, his penis sliding around my face as I took both of them in my mouth. I could feel, with my tongue, the individual hairs around his sack as I worked my way round. I released, and his balls contracted, the moisture cooling them, sucking them up towards his dick. Earlier, I had been too rushed to do what I'd wanted with it, but that was to be different now.
Tantalisingly slow, I licked from his base up to his head. His penis stretched at me, screaming to be released by my tongue, but I resisted the urge to plunge it into my mouth, and continued on my downward lick, back to my starting point. I took the head of his penis, and held it down, towards my neck, letting it force against it as I licked his pubes, feeling the tangles there. I licked slowly down, getting towards his head, and the pressure on my neck mounted. I reached half way down Micheal, and suddenly jerked my head downwards, releasing his dick, and engulfing it whole on its upwards spring. I felt Micheal expel a breath forcefully. I could take his dick comfortably without deep-throating it, but I felt that, by the size of it, if I opened my mouth wider, and forced my head down further, his head would fit just into my throat. I did this, and Micheal expelled another breath as I gulped, propelling the head of his dick into my throat, sealing around his head. I twisted my head, and the different textures of my mouth made Micheal moan. I carried on, until I felt his excitement subside. I could feel his head in my throat, forming a large ridge, and I took my hand and felt the ridge. I heard Micheal sigh from the touch, and I proceeded to poke and rub the bulge, the ridges of my throat nearly bringing him to climax. I withdrew, and lay back next to him. I didn't want him to be spent, yet.
I felt, instinctively, that I didn't want to talk to Micheal. He was a talkative person, and I wanted this to be special. To be different. I licked his cheek, and slid my hand under him to his arse. He understood me, and nodded, so I stood up, lowering myself onto his fact, facing the headboard. I crouched, waiting for the ferocity of his passion, but instead I was toppled by the tenderness of his touch. His tongue snaked gingerly around my hole, slowly pleasuring in long, wide strokes. It took all my strength, and all the strength of the headboard, to stop me from sinking onto him completely. He finally pushed his tongue into me, but still, even as I moaned for more, he took me slowly, thoroughly mapping my inside, until I could bare it no more. I stood up, whipping up the lube bottle next to me. I covered my hands, and, smothering my arse, I bend down and took his face, roughly, in my hand, and kissed him like he had kissed me downstairs, pinning his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. He got my message, and quickly stood up. I positioned myself, gripping the aching headboard, arching my back to its full extent, and was barely ready when Micheal took me. He had lubed up his condom clad penis, and hovered it at my ass for one tantalising moment, before slowly, but definitely surely, sliding it in.
