“You better...motherfucker,” George said, the inflection more seductive than obscene. He reached down and found Mikey’s bulge, kneading it like pizza dough with the base of his palm. “Come on. Tell me you want it. Just say it.”
Mikey closed his eyes.
“I can feel how hard you are, Mikey. You’re about to bust right out of this zipper. Should I just kneel and take you in my mouth again?”
“No,” Mikey blurted, his hands suddenly on George’s chest, pushing him back against the counter. “I want to fuck you, George. I want to fuck you so bad. I’ve wanted inside you ever since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
George grinned. “Message received. Now, let’s get that package in the mailbox. Pronto.”
* * *
Upstairs, Mikey was turning down the bed as George came out of the bathroom. In his hand was a tube of lube and some multi-colored packs.
“Can I confess?” George asked.
“Sure.”
“I bought these after that night in my office. That’s how long I’ve been thinking about it. I didn’t want to get caught unprepared.”
He tossed the items on the bed.
“Really?”
“Really.”
They kissed. When they parted, Mikey gazed into George’s kind blue eyes and said, “Thanks.”
“They’re for me as much as they’re for you.”
“That’s not what I mean. I mean thanks for helping me try to relax.”
George lifted Mikey’s shirt, pulled it over his head, and tossed it aside. “There’s no need to be nervous. You and I have done pretty much everything we can with our hands and mouths—multiple times this week. We’re just... trying something different, that’s all.”
As George removed his own shirt, he felt Mikey undoing his belt for him. He stepped out of his shoes, removed his socks, and then lowered his pants. Mikey did the same.
They stood before each other naked, a sight still fresh enough to fascinate. George reached out and combed his fingers through the hair on Mikey’s chest, squeezing his soft pectorals and grazing the tips of his nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Mikey went low, holding George’s semi-erect cock casually as if holding hands.
They kissed again, George guiding Mikey onto the mattress.
“Now, you lay here face-up and just... trust me.” George climbed on the bed next, positioning himself above Mikey, yet facing opposite—reverse cowboy only much higher—straddling Mikey’s head with his knees so Mikey’s direct view was George’s underside.
“You like what you see?”
“Yes.” Mikey swallowed. “Very much.”
“I believe you mentioned some of these body parts earlier.”
“Yes, I did.”
George spread his legs. Lowering himself a tad so that his cock was dangling above Mikey’s nose. Mikey fished for it with his tongue, barely brushing its emerging tip, eliciting a single, clear droplet from the slit.
“Oh, fuck me. That’s hot,” said Mikey, looking cross-eyed.
George said nothing, sliding his hands down Mikey’s chest and stomach, simultaneously lifting his ass until they were parallel, his cock now hovering over Mikey’s open mouth, the drop at its tip falling free, slowly, still connected by a gossamer thread as it crept toward Mikey’s tongue. It landed there, the connection never severed.
Mikey groaned, no longer able to restrain himself. He reached up and grabbed George’s ass, pulling him down and taking him in.
George chuckled, collapsing into the sixty-nine, landing on Mikey’s big, plush frame. He took Mikey’s engorged cock in his fist, licking it like an ice cream cone, his tongue exploring the foreskin, slipping over and under it, circling the head, and tasting Mikey’s slick manufacture—a flavor he was growing fond of... pretty much craving.
