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    A Way With Words

    Hello, this is part 1 of my new story "A Way With Words". I hope you will enjoy reading it.

    A Way With Words


    “Looking out over the hillside, he got the feeling that everything was going to be just fine from then on, the end.”

    ***

    “Oh my god” Steven said aloud even though he was the only person in the room. He felt relieved, as if a huge weight had just been lifted from his young shoulders. He could finally rest, his mind was at peace knowing that his story was finished.

    Steven stood up from the hard wooden chair and stretched his aching muscles, locking his hands together and raising his thick, muscled arms above his head. He felt exhausted after writing non-stop for the last three and a half hours! He flexed his neck from side to side, making a disgusting clicking sound as he did so. Lowering his arms he turned his head to look at the old wooden grandfather clock by the door at the far side of the dark, quiet, empty room. He struggled to see the clock face in the darkness but when he noticed what the time was he nearly exploded with shock!

    “Half past three!” he yelled out loud, knowing that he had to be at the office by seven, that same morning. He knew that if he wasn’t there by then, that he would miss the strict deadline and the last three tiring months of his life would have been a total waste!

    “I need to sleep!” he said out loud, acknowledging the fact that he kept talking to himself.

    With that, he rushed towards the creaky wooden staircase in the big dark hallway outside of the study room. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

    “Who the hell would that be, knocking on my door at this hour?!” he thought to himself, not saying it out loud this time.

    Reluctantly he made his way back through the study room to the porch which sat conveniently between the study and the living room. The house itself was massive, too big really for one person. However Steven was happy living on his own in the big old fashioned, kind of creepy looking house. Steven grabbed the key which was already in the rusty metal lock, and twisted it with a click. He placed his hand on the cold metal handle and pushed it down. In his current state of exhaustion, he struggled to pull the heavy oak door open, but he managed. The hefty wooden door swung open with an ear-drum-piercing squeak and a manly figure was unveiled through the thick fog outside. It was a very cold night and the visibility was extremely poor, hence Steven was unable to clearly see the man’s face.


    “...Steven?” came the deep voice.

    “Umm, yeah, sorry I can’t see you very well, who... who is that?”

    “It’s me, come on Steven don’t tell me you don’t recognise my voice, you’ve known me for nearly seven years now!”

    “I...I’m sorry?” Steven asked still puzzled as to who was stood at his door.

    “It’s me ... Chris!”

    “Oh god sorry mate,” Steven replied relieved as it instantly hit him like a wrecking ball to the face.

    “Finally,” said Chris, “I thought you were going to leave me there for a second”.


    Chris stepped forward through the doorway without need for an invite. As he entered the dark hallway, Steven was able to clearly see the man’s face. Chris had been friends with Steven ever since they first met in their first year of high school. They were good friends but they hadn’t seen each other in person for months! About 6 months to be more precise.

    Chris had always been a very handsome young man. He had short brown hair and brown eyes with good, well defined facial features. He was average height and average build, not particularly muscley or fit, but not fat either. He was nicely proportioned shall we say. He was wearing a big thick rain coat and a pair of smart black trousers. He was also wearing a black waterproof bucket hat in an attempt to keep him dry from the torrential rain which the whole of England had experienced earlier that night.


    “What are you doing at my door at this hour?” Steven questioned with a yawn as he closed the heavy wooden door and locked it again.

    “Hmm,” Chris replied, “It’s a long story”.

    “Well then I guess we won’t be doing much sleeping tonight” Steven sighed, and he signalled for Chris to follow him though to the living room.


    As they entered the living room, Chris removed his drenched rain coat and placed it over the back of one of the very old antique wooden chairs before sitting down of the big comfy brown leather sofa which Steven used to balance the old with the new. He had decorated the entire house this way, trying to achieve a comfy, homely feel but with little touches of modern sophistication and style.


    “I still can’t believe that you live alone in this massive house” Chris remarked.

    “I know, it is kind of strange sometimes rattling around this old place, but I love it. It just has so much history to it, so many stories and exciting things have happened within these walls”.

    “Yeah ok,” Chris chuckled, “come back to the real world now!”.

    Steven laughed wearily.

    “So anyway, why are you fully dressed?” Chris asked confused, “I thought you would be in bed by now. I had visions of me having to throw stones at your window to get your attention”.

    “Well, I could ask you the same question.” Steven replied simply.

    “Yeah, well, I told you, it’s a long story. Speaking of stories, have you been writing much?”

    “Ha-ha,” he laughed, “yes, that’s why I’m awake actually. I just finished my latest book before you knocked!”

    “I see”.

    “Sorry, I never offered you a drink did I? Would you like one?”

    “No I’m alright at the moment thanks, maybe later though” Chris answered, keeping his options open.


    As the conversation took place, Steven couldn’t help but notice that Chris’s eyes never deviated from his own. He maintained constant eye contact the entire time. This freaked him out a little and it made him slightly uncomfortable. Usually people look away, at least for a second or two, every now and then.


    “So come on then,” Steven yawned, “what’s this` long story` which explains why you’re here on my sofa at nearly four in the morning?!”

    Chris hesitated, finally breaking eye contact with Steven as he looked awkwardly at the floor before saying; “Well, I’m happy to tell you, but there’s something else I would like to talk to you about first.”

    “Alright, I’m listening.” Steven replied.

    “Ok, you remember back at school I had a girlfriend?”

    “Anne, yes I remember her, pretty little thing”.

    “Yes, well the truth is ... I don’t quite know how to say this”.

    “What? Has something happened to her?” Steven asked somewhat worryingly.

    “No, it’s not that. It’s…umm…” Chris hesitated.

    “Yes…come on what is it?”

    “She wasn’t really my girlfriend”.

    “Umm...okay.” Steven responded confused, “What exactly do you mean by that? You seemed pretty close. All those stories you told me about what you guys got up to. So what, you were just friends with extras thrown in?” Steven questioned with a grin.

    Chris’ eyes drifted cautiously back up to Steven’s face as he blurted out the words “I’m gay”.

    “Hmmm,” Steven smirked, “yeah alright, I don’t believe you!”

    “Listen Steven, I know it might be a bit hard to accept, but I really am gay! Believe me or not, it’s up to you but it’s still true whatever you believe!”

    “Yeah-yeah ok, if you say so” Steven sniggered casually as he stood up to get himself a drink from the kitchen. “Are you sure you don’t want a drink?”

    “I’ll prove it!” Chris blurted out, not thinking about what he was saying.


    Steven turned around before he reached the doorway. Turning back to face Chris, still smirking he said


    “Oh yeah? How do you intend to do that?! You going to suck my dick or what?!” he joked before turning back around to continue his journey to the kitchen.


    The next thing Steven knew, he was pinned with his back against the hard, cold, bumpy, old wall, Chris’s hands on his firm shoulders. Steven took notice of the serious expression on his friend’s face. Steven was still not convinced. He was sure that this whole thing was just one big elaborate joke so he just kept grinning, not wanting to consider that his friend might actually be telling the truth. Steven had never really known anyone who was gay which left him unsure of what to expect from anyone who did happen to be gay. The thought of the unknown made him feel uncomfortable and so he didn’t want to admit to himself that the situation he was in, and the expression on his friends face, was quite serious. Chris had always been a joker, so Steven did his best to convince himself that this was just a joke.


    “Ok, come on now Chris, you’ve had your joke! Enough is enough, let me go.”

    “Still think I’m joking huh?” Chris replied getting annoyed by Steven’s reluctant denial.


    Chris’s right hand drifted confidently down to Steven’s crotch whilst the left stayed on his shoulder, keeping him in place.


    “You made me do this!” Chris stated reluctantly.

    “Fuck Chris! You really need to learn when to stop fooling around!” Steven said feeling out of place and bewildered.


    Chris’s right hand latched firmly onto Steven’s soft cock through the material of his thick trousers. It felt large in his hand, making his own cock twitch a little inside his own underwear. Steven now felt very uncomfortable, completely sure by now that his friend was indeed telling the truth that he was in fact homosexual. Although he knew it, he still struggled to accept it in his head, he felt confused and he didn’t really understand what was happening. The one thing he did know however was that this was the first time any other human being had intentionally touched his dick since he was a baby. Although he was uncomfortable, he felt strangely excited by the situation, causing him not to resist Chris in any way other than verbally.


    “Believe me now?!” Chris asked sharply.

    “Yes” was the cold and simple answer.

    “Do you want me to stop?”


    Steven didn’t respond. He didn’t respond because he didn’t know the answer. Taking the silence as a no, Chris continued to prove his point. He slowly began massaging Steven’s soft meat with his hand, rubbing the firm material up and down. Steven was shocked at how much he was enjoying the feeling of Chris’s big, strong hand massaging his dick. The discomfort started to fade gradually as it was replaced by pleasure when his soft manhood began to swell and stir. Chris felt the bulge in his friend’s trousers expanding and figured that Steven obviously didn’t want him to stop. Well, not yet at least.


    “You like that Steven?!” Chris asked seductively looking the other man in the eye.

    “Yes” came another simple reply.

    “You want me to stop?”

    “No”.


    This time Chris had his answer, so he decided to take it a step further. Chris removed his left hand from Steven’s shoulder and used it to steadily unbutton Steven’s trousers. The button popped through the button hole with ease so he moved to the zipper. Gliding downwards the zipper unveiled Steven’s tight white boxer shorts and the enormous bulge which was still growing within them. Steven just stood there, back against the wall, still slightly bewildered, the level of discomfort building once more as his body was gradually unveiled to another man for the first time. He felt excited!

    Steven gasped in pleasure as his fattening penis was released into the air with a spring. Down went the boxer shorts and as he stepped out of them the young writer felt liberated. He was curious about what Chris was going to do next.


    “Wow!” Chris exclaimed with a gasp, “that’s one hell of a cock you have down there!”

    “You really think so?” Steven asked feeling flattered and slightly embarrassed, his cheeks turning pink.

    “Oh come on, you know it is!” Chris paused, “You’re serious?”

    “This is my first time doing anything like this.” Steven commented feeling more embarrassed than ever.

    “Shit, sorry man, I didn’t know!” Chris responded, surprised at his friend’s honesty.

    “It’s… ok. I… I’m enjoying it.” Steven replied hesitantly, still feeling unsure about the whole situation.


    With that, Chris got a sudden confidence boost, knowing that he must be doing something right. Steven’s cock was still rock hard as Chris got a grip on it once again and began gently massaging it in his hand. Steven loved the feeling that Chris was giving him. He moaned in pleasure and leaned back against the cold hard wall. He felt unfulfilled and disappointed when Chris removed his hand from his twitching cock. Acknowledging the disappointment in his face, Chris laughed out loud. Steven was more sure about what he wanted now. His cock was telling him everything he needed to know. His head was fighting his urge, telling him that this was wrong, that this was all happening to fast and that it was all very confusing and messed up. But his heart was beating excitedly in his chest, and his cock was twitching and expanding rapidly, telling him that he wanted more, that he wanted to go further despite the awkward discomfort and confusion.


    “Is there somewhere more comfortable we can go?” Chris asked, grinning, feeling liberated by the unexpected possibility of sexual activity and excitement.


    Steven didn’t open his mouth. He grabbed Chris’s hand and led him eagerly to the old creaky wooden stairway, doing his best to ignore his brain and giving in to his natural human urges. Letting go of Chris’s hand at the bottom of the stair case, Steven ran upstairs. Chris took this as a sign that his friend was more than up for what they both knew was going to happen. He playfully chased the young writer up the stairs into the dark hallway which waited for them at the top.

    When Chris reached the top of the stairs, Steven was already gone. He had no idea where his friend had gone other than the knowledge that he had gone right at the top into one side of the pitch black hallway. He peered cautiously into the darkness, not knowing what was waiting for him as he slowly began to walk forwards. Bit by bit, features of the upstairs hall of the old eerie house, unveiled themselves to Chris’s eyes and as they did, he walked further into the darkness. It was as if Steven had vanished...Disappeared from the face of the earth. Chris called out.


    “Steven!” – Nothing.

    “Steven where are you? ... It’s dark, I don’t know where you went!”. – Still no reply.


    Chris now began to panic as the walls seemed to close in around him. The darkness getting ever closer. Closing. Gathering around him. His mind got the better of him. He began to hear things, see things, feel things! Chris was suddenly very uncomfortable. He was properly scared. He tried calling out again.


    “Steven come on now, this isn’t funny anymore! Just tell me where you are!”


    Again no reply returned from the darkness. His head was spinning and he was becoming disorientated quickly. He couldn’t see a thing. He tried to look for the staircase but it wasn’t visible to him.


    “Steven!”

    “Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!” Chris screamed at the top of his voice.


    A fantastic burst of unbelievably bright light blasted into Chris’ eyes. He squinted, trying desperately to adjust! What he saw next left him amazed!

    ***

    End of Part 1.

    To be continued…

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    Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you thought of Part 1 by leaving a comment. Any feedback or constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Any thoughts on what you'd like to see happen next? Is there anything you would have changed so far? Did you enjoy reading it? All feedback and comments welcome

    Thanks again for reading. I will talk to you soon.
    Last edited by WebCam; June 9th, 2012 at 07:38 PM.

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    Those late night dates can be scary.....lol Actually, I like the whole plot of the story up to this point, WebCam. I love the idea of an old creepy house. I think I would fit in quite well. Now, though, we have to let the mystery unfold and discover what amazing thing awaits Chris. Don't keep us waiting too long.

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    A Way With Words - Part 2: Chris In Confusion

    A Way With Words - Part 2: Chris In Confusion


    Chris found himself in the middle of a beautiful green wilderness. There were beautiful trees and shrubs, luscious green meadows visible through a clearing in the forest. Beyond that, rolling hills. It was beautiful alright, but Chris didn’t know what was happening. A second ago he was in the dark hallway of his friend’s creepy old house and now he was in a tropical wilderness?! He was thinking that he was going crazy, or that it must be a dream. A voice filled his head.


    “Chris”, it was Steven’s voice!

    “Steven?” he answered, his voice laced with pure fear.

    “Yes Chris it’s me”, Steven’s voice sounded distant and strange.


    Chris looked around at his surroundings. Steven was nowhere to be seen. He spoke back;


    “Steven where are you? ... Where am I?”

    “Chris, don’t worry. You’re going to have to trust me ok?”

    “What?” Chris answered confused, “Trust you with what. Tell me what this is all about! Where am I and what is happening?!”

    “Just do what I tell you Chris! I know you’re confused but you have to trust me. I’ll tell you what this is all about but for now you have to move. You are not safe. Go through the clearing in the trees. Get out of the woods and turn right. You will see a cabin. You need to go there. Do you understand?”


    Chris had no clue as to where he was and he wanted to argue and question the whole thing, but he was fearful for his safety so for now, he reluctantly went along with it. Walking out through the clearing into the unknown, he had crossed the border into the meadow. He turned his head to the right, looking for the cabin which Steven had told him of. Sure enough, there it was, a small quirky log cabin which just sat there alone in the meadow with the woods to one side and behind it, a beautiful lake. The place was stunning for sure but Chris wasn’t bothered by how it looked. He was more concerned about the notion of being unsafe as Steven had informed him without detail or explanation. He turned and began walking quickly towards the cabin, hoping he would be safe there.

    Chris moved through the big empty meadow as fast as he could without running, his senses were all on high alert. He could hear every sound, see every sight, feel every pebble, every bump under his feet as he walked. He heard the gentle rustling as the wind ruffled the leaves on the trees, the gentle sound of water trickling as the small waves lapped at the bank on the edge of the lake. He saw the tiny ripples on the water as the sunlight bounced off of it, the trees swaying elegantly in the gentle breeze. It was a very pleasant scene but still he was panicking. It was difficult to see how he could possibly be unsafe here but he could surely feel that something wasn’t right. Where was Steven’s voice coming from? That was what was most confusing to him. Where was he? It was all very weird. He just kept walking, his mind working harder and harder as the seconds went by. His breaths grew shorter and more hurried. His feet began to move faster and faster in the direction of the cabin as his sense of unease escalated.

    He was nearly there, just a few more paces before he reached security. He reached the cabin and let his pace drop a little as he hesitantly explored the outside of the tiny building. The cabin was surrounded all the way around by a well kept bed of unfamiliar purple flowers. Chris frowned a little as he looked at them. They were unlike any flowers he had ever seen before, with just one oval shaped petal on each head. They were indeed very strange. To be honest, they smelled like the back end of a dog. Even without trying to, Chris could smell the ghastly stench of these simply weird flowers. He tried to take his mind off of them by exploring the outside of the building further, gazing over every visible inch with his eyes. It was a very simple rectangular shaped building with one window and one door, both on the front side of the cabin which faced the lake. He decided to approach the door, which was also made from wooden logs. He hesitantly knocked on the door, he didn’t know if anyone would be there. How would he know? He didn’t even know where he was. In fact come to think of it, he didn’t even know if any of this was real! A few minutes ago he was in Steven’s living room, kissing him against the wall. He would have given anything to be back there now, but it seemed like he was stuck with this for the time being, so he had no choice but to go along with it.

    After a short amount of time had passed, there was still no answer at the door from inside the cabin. He wondered if he should let himself in. He didn’t want to intrude onto someone else’s property. The cabin was clearly lived in by someone, the flowerbed was neat and well kept and that surely meant that somebody must have been maintaining it. Chris decided to go and look through the window. He stepped away from the door, off of the stone doorstep and stepped cautiously towards the small glass window at the other end of the small front face of the building. He stood at the edge of it and steadily, slowly began to lean over to one side until he was just about able to peer around the frame of the window and through the thin glass.


    “Can I help you?!” Chris almost jumped out of his skin when he suddenly heard a strange and unfamiliar voice from behind him!


    He turned around sharply to see where the voice was coming from. Chris’s jaw dropped! Before him stood the most gorgeous sight he had ever beheld! A beautiful young man stood there. He was totally naked. Chris’s eyes scanned over every part of the young man’s stunning body. He was hot! He had long untamed brown hair which flicked in the breeze. His big, wide, ocean blue eyes were captivating. His lips were full and pink. His face was chiselled and attractive and he had a body to die for! His eyes proceeded to glance down over his well worked Pecs which were covered lightly with a small quantity of wispy brown hair. His stomach was just as pleasant with well defined and clear abs bulging out around his little belly button. As his eyes scrolled down further though, they stopped their descent over the mystery hunk’s body as they locked onto what had to be, the most glorious piece of manhood he had ever laid eyes on!


    “Heh-hum!” the man grunted as he waited for an answer from Chris.

    “Oh!” Chris replied nervously as he removed his eyes from the man’s penis. “I’m sorry,” he said trying to regain what little composure he had before he was distracted by this naked beauty, “I’m Chris, and I…well I guess… I’m a little bit lost.” Chris cautiously replied, not knowing what to say to cut through the awkwardness.

    “Ok, well it’s nice to meet you Chris, my name is Joseph”.

    “Joseph, umm, where is this place. I hope you’ll forgive me but I’m a little confused”.

    “Don’t worry, they always are. Come inside and I’ll see if I can help you.” Joseph said, and he winked.


    Chris didn’t really know how to take that. Why did he wink? How did he intent to ‘help’ him? What did Joseph mean by `they always are`? Who was he referring to? Whoever he meant though, Chris was glad that he had found somebody who might be able to help him out of this weird situation, maybe even shed a little light on where he was and what was happening. He followed Joseph into the cabin, making sure he got a good look at his gorgeous smooth round ass as he walked behind him.

    The cabin seemed much bigger inside than it did outside. It seemed completely disproportionate, almost like it was an entirely different place. The whole situation was getting weirder by the minute. Chris frowned, puzzled as he looked around.


    “Take a seat Chris,” Joseph suggested pointing to a futuristic looking green armchair which sat in front of a small wooden table, “can I get you anything?” he added.

    “Umm, could I have some water?” he asked, sitting down. He was a bit tired and dehydrated after that brisk jog through the meadow.

    “Of course, I’ll go and get you some. Make yourself comfortable”.


    Chris sat and looked around the room trying to make sense of it all in his head as Joseph disappeared down some steps. The very fact that the steps existed didn’t make sense, the cabin looked too small from the outside to even have room for a staircase. It was very modern and futuristic inside, predominantly white but with splashes of bright vibrant colour everywhere, it did not add up!

    Joseph re-emerged up the stairs with a couple of mugs filled with water. He placed them on the table in front of Chris’s chair, then collected another identical green chair from behind a bed which was in the same room, and pulled it up to join him at the table.


    “I suppose you’re confused by all of this aren’t you?” Joseph asked.

    “You could say that” Chris replied finding it hard not to stare at his nakedness.

    “Don’t worry, it’s bound to be confusing, this is all new to you, you’re fine here with me. You should try to relax”.

    “Oh it’s new alright, I am trying to relax but I’m having a tough time of it” he emphasized.

    “Well, that’s what I’m here for” blue eyed Joseph said with a friendly smile. “I’m here to help you get what you want”.

    “What do I want?” Chris questioned.


    The reply was silent, a subtle wink as Joseph took a sip from his mug. A thought came into his head about what he could have meant by that wink , but without clarification he didn’t want to act on that thought, he may be wrong so he ignored it. He couldn’t resist taking another quick glance at Joseph’s still naked body. He knew he’d been caught when a smile immediately appeared on Joseph’s face, but he didn’t mind so much because the smile suggested that he was ok with him looking. He took another look, this time for slightly longer. He noticed that Joseph’s little pink nipples were hard. It was fairly cold in the room, which was another thing which didn’t make sense as it was so hot outside. Surely there was no air conditioning in such a basic looking log cabin in the woods.


    “I think I know what you want” Joseph hinted seductively, still smiling.

    “Yeah”? Chris answered.

    “Yep”.

    “What’s that”?

    “Why don’t you tell me”?

    “I don’t know…” Chris hesitantly responded, “I guess there is something on my mind”.

    “Oh really, and what might that be I wonder”?


    Chris paused for a second. He took another look downwards over Joseph’s perfect nude masculinity. His eyes stopped at the feature which he was most interested in. It looked bigger than before, thicker, and that gave him all the encouragement he needed to stand up out of the green chair and make his way eagerly around the wooden table. Joseph stayed sat down, but reclined slightly in his seat further exposing his naked body and making it more accessible both to the eye, and to Chris’s hands which hastily descended onto it and began to massage his chest and hard nipples. Joseph’s smile was now bigger than ever, Chris’s face in contrast was concentrated and focused. He was lost in the moment.


    “I knew there was something I could help you with” Joseph whispered as he craned his neck up to Chris’s left ear.


    The sexy whisper sent chills through Chris’s body, he inhaled deeply as he felt his nipples harden and rub against the inside of his tight t-shirt. His senses were in overdrive. He no longer thought about the weirdness of the situation, the confusion of where he was and what was happening, the only thing on his mind at this point, was how much he wanted the red hot hunk in his hands.

    He gazed down again to see Joseph’s cock now standing at full mast pointing up at him, like it was begging for attention. Before he could think about going anywhere near it though, he felt hands grab the back of his head and pull him in to Joseph’s face where their lips came together in a succulent smooch. He continued to massage his chest and shoulders as their lips intertwined passionately and his manhood too began to thicken and press into his underwear under his black trousers. He was beginning to feel restricted by his clothing and yearned to join Joseph in freedom and nakedness, but his hands were busy and the moment was too good to interrupt. As if he had read Chris’s mind, Joseph’s hands released his head and tugged the bottom of his t-shirt upwards. The kiss halted momentarily while it whipped up over his head and flew across the room onto the floor and their lips locked again.

    The front of Chris’s trousers were now almost at the point of ripping as his quickly expanding dick raged inside of them, trying to escape like a caged beast. He shuddered as flesh met flesh, those hands hit his upper back and glided sensuously down his sexily smooth lower back and onto the bubble shaped bump of his trouser covered ass. Then his fingers curled around the hem and slid around to the front where they met the button above his zipper. Chris felt his button pop open giving his cock a brief glimpse of freedom before it hit the restriction of the zip. As they continued to kiss intensely, Chris continued to massage Joseph’s beautifully sculpted unclothed body. He felt the first tug of his zipper as it began to gently descend until it could descend no further and his cock was released further so that now, all that stood between it and freedom was the soft white cloth of his boxer shorts.

    Down went Chris’s trousers and he kicked them off from around his ankles after doing the same to his shoes. He anticipated the next touch of Joseph’s soft, caring hands. He wondered where he would next feel them make contact with his hypersensitive body. The back of his thighs were the area of choice as they latched on to them and squeezed making him moan. He moaned louder when he stopped squeezing, and they started to brush upwards slowly, delicately, sensuously over his smooth, goose bump covered, over sensitised skin and came to a halt at the curved line where thigh turned into the soft, supple, peachy roundedness of his sweet young ass cheeks. Chris shuddered at the feeling which Joseph was giving him; his cock twitched and stretched the soft material of their cotton prison.

    Joseph gave a gentle tweak to the bottom of each of Chris’s cheeks through his boxers. Chris marvelled in the mixture of short sharp pain and the strange pleasure which accompanied it. Those masterful hands drifted down once again onto his thighs where the stopped and plucked at the bottom of those increasingly pesky boxers. He felt them tweak at them again, this time more vigorously causing them to move slightly so that the hem revealed a small glimpse of his ass. Again, another tweak quickly followed by another, more of his silky smooth, lily white cheeks were revealed. One more tweak and all that was keeping his underwear from falling to his ankles was the tented point in the front of them.

    Joseph removed his hands from Chris’s thighs. They stopped kissing. Joseph pushed Chris away so that he was able to stand. The two young men looked each other straight in the eyes and stood silently staring. Chris smiled sweetly, wondering why he’d stopped. Joseph saw the smile and winked before he started to gracefully descend onto his knees. Eye contact was kept at all times. Chris stopped smiling and gasped in anticipation of what he hoped was about to happen. It was Joseph’s turn to smile sweetly as he acknowledged the sharp intake of breath.

    Chris felt those hands again, this time on his lower stomach. Those magic fingers brushed downwards into his short pubic hair and under the hem of his boxer shorts, slowly, gently. He felt the warm fingers leave his body and the hem of his boxers began to peel away from his hips. He felt his aching cock begin to fall forward, the hem sliding gradually down his shaft causing him to twitch excitedly. Eventually, at last, his cock was free as his underwear, in Joseph’s hands, continued to descend off of his cock and down his legs until he was able to step out of them. Joseph threw them away into the room.

    They were both completely naked. Chris was stood in front of Joseph who was knelt down in front of the green chair. Chris’s hard, aching, twitching cock was right there in front of Joseph’s gorgeous face as they gazed hungrily into each other’s eyes.

    “Close your eyes” Joseph purred deeply.

    Chris did as he said. He raised his head, closed his eyes and waited for Joseph to make the next move. The atmosphere was electric. The sense of eager anticipation over-ruled everything else. Chris braced himself, inhaling deeply once again, preparing himself for that initial burst of sensitive, intimate pleasure!

    ***

    End of Part 2.

    To be continued…

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