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."Do you wantme to.touch you?""Yes, boy.I do." There had to be a reward, after all,for Greg having asked.Greg's hands slid up his thighs, eyes meeting his,sliding away, meeting his again.He hummed softly,spread his legs for Greg, offering himself.Greg leanedcloser, thumbs nudging his balls.He licked his lips."You can undo my pants," he saidsoftly."Are you going to make me leave, once I do this?"Greg unfastened his fly.He blinked, put his hand on Greg's, stopping Greg'smovements."What?""I just.Is this because you're done with me? I'dunderstand.I just want to know.""No." He shook his head.Had this been the point forGreg when everything fell apart with everyone else? Itmade him want to weep for Greg.It also made him wantto go beat a few people's heads together."No.Youwanted to touch.I wanted to let you.""Oh.Okay.I mean, yes sir.I want to.Touch."He smiled and stroked Greg's cheek, a deep sadnessfilling him.Greg had not been well-done by."Thentouch, boy.I'm in your hands."Greg's fingers were trembling, the touch untutored,gentle as those fingers wrapped around his cock.Hegroaned, slid his hand along Greg's back as he spread hisSolitary 59 legs a little wider.The touch moved up and down alonghim, then Greg slowed, almost like the man wasexploring him.He took in a deep breath and then let it go."Do youwant to taste?"Greg nodded."You smell good.I think you'll tastegood.""Go ahead and find out, boy." He pushed himselfaway from the table some, giving Greg room to getdown between his legs.Greg moved carefully, settled between his legs,fingers easing his cock back toward the hot mouth.When those lips wrapped around the tip of his prick, hiseyes crossed."Oh, fuck." It had been way too long since anyonehad sucked him off and even longer since it had beensomeone he cared about as much as he was beginning tocare about Greg.Greg didn't gobble him down -- the man wasincredibly slow, gentle, not in any hurry at all.A little ofhis own back at him, and that was okay by him.Thelong, slow touches were building the pleasure insidehim, slowly, surely, perfectly.Greg's cheek rested against him, fingers soft on hisballs.He let his hands wander on Greg's shoulders andneck, moaning now and then as the waves of sensationcrested and then began to build again.The intensityebbed and flowed; it stayed low-key and steady.Maddening.He spread his legs wider and shifted a little on thechair, not quite pushing deeper into Greg's mouth.Greg's head began to bob, lips sliding on his shaft.Thetip of his cock nudged the roof of Greg's mouth, rubbedalong the man's palate."Yes.God." He nodded, his hands curling on Greg'sshoulders, holding on as it got better and better.Those lovely eyes met his, and Greg swallowed.Pleasure surged through him, and he let Greg see it, seehow good it was.The swallow happened again, thepleasure slamming up his spine.His hips jerked up,Solitary 60 pressing his prick deep again.Greg took him, all of him,throat closing around the tip of his cock."Fuck yes!" He cried out, hips snapping, pulling outand pushing back in again twice before he was coming,pouring his pleasure down Greg's throat.Greg gurgled a little, but took him in, breathing hardas he backed off.He didn't let Greg go far, stroking and petting Greg'shead, his shoulders."Thank you.That was very good."His voice was rough, still thick with his pleasure."You're welcome." Greg nodded, eyes closed."Did you enjoy it?" He kept touching lightly, refusingto lose the connection between them."You tasted like I thought.Good.Real.""Doesn't everyone taste real?" How could a hot, hardprick and fresh spunk not taste real?"Most men just taste bitter and salty.""Fair enough." He brought Greg in for a kiss, tastinghimself there."I'm glad you like how I taste."Greg blushed for him, then went back to hissandwich.Ap picked his own up as well, though he wasstill far more interested in watching Greg than eating.Such a fascinating man.So full of sadness and need, andAp was beginning to believe no one had ever really beenthere for Greg.Not even Greg's Tim.When they'd finished their sandwiches, he broughtout the dessert and added ice cream to the top.It beganto melt immediately, and he licked his lips."Thank you." Greg took a bite of ice cream, smiled."You like sweets?" It was something they hadn'treally explored -- Greg pretty much ate whatever he putin front of the man."I like ice cream.""Any flavor in particular?" He had an ice creammaker or two -- they could have fun making itthemselves."I like all of it.""Then we'll have to have some fun, try our hand atdifferent things."Solitary 61 Greg's eyes met his, the look curious, but unsure."I have an ice cream maker.Actually I have a couple.One's a more traditional crank style, the other one is oneof those soccer ball shaped ones you kick around.Doyou play sports at all?" He needed to show Greg theworkout room; he'd been neglecting his own workoutsof late.Of course, he'd been pretty distracted."I used to, before the accident.""Is it a matter of it hurts too much, or you just haven'thad the opportunity, or what?" He kept forgetting Greghad been badly injured -- the man never complained."I don't know -- a little of both, I think.""Well, I have a workout room in the basement.There's a sauna and hot tub down there, too.""Wow.A sauna? That's different." Greg ate the icecream, started on the crisp.Ap ate his ice cream and crisp together, loving theway the cold and the hot married, kept his mouthguessing."It gets cold here in the winter, and we'll besnowbound for some of it.I like to have lots of optionsopen, things to do." There were times he didn't get intotown for weeks and one particularly snowy year it hadbeen nearly three months that he'd been snowbound."It's been a long time since I saw snow.""Oh, you'll see a lot this year." He chuckled."We'refar enough north it shows up early and stays late." Hehad cross country skis and snowshoes, too.The dogsloved going out with him.Bernie had even had a pouchto carry Raspberry in when the little mutt's legs gaveout.Greg smiled, then went to do dishes, and Ap shiftedso he could watch Greg work.There was an efficiencyin each movement, the muscles working no harder thanthey needed to.The man was comfortable bare, easy inhis skin.Comfortable here with Ap.He'd bet Greg hadno idea that had happened.He reached out, slid his fingers along Greg's ass.Greg's glut tensed, jerked.He cupped the whole buttcheek with his hand.A bowl slipped out of Greg'sSolitary 62 fingers, clattered in the sink.He smiled, pleased to knowhe affected Greg so strongly."Sorry.It slipped.""That's quite all right." He loved the way Greg'smuscles bucked and rolled.Leaning over, he placed akiss on that fine ass.Greg stumbled forward, just out ofreach."No, no.Don't run away."Greg stilled, visibly vibrating
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