excitement all that well. His dick poked out of the top of the elastic band.
Emerson didn't waste the opportunity. He pulled down on the material, letting Ely's erection free and spraying on the skin seal. "You're a truly wonderful sight, Ely." Emerson kissed him, all roving tongue and dizzy spells on Ely's part.
When parted, Emerson kissed Ely's stomach, working his way down. Ely let out a chuckle as his lover's lips tickled him, left wet trails across his skin. Seconds later, Emerson's warm lips kissed Ely's engorged head, took it all in until the whole of his length had disappeared inside his mouth. "Wow," Ely said with a gasp.
Emerson pulled on the root of Ely's dick, making sure he got to all the best bits of Ely's erection. Over and over he sucked and slurped. Ely's dick tingled from all the attention, aching for more, yet at the same time wanting him to stop for fear of ejaculating too soon.
Just as he was about to pull Emerson off his dick, let him know that he'd done enough to begin his spiral toward ecstasy, he did so of his own accord. Emerson's lips were glistening from his work, as was Ely's bulging head and shaft. "You taste wonderful, too, I might add."
Ely smiled. "You can taste as much of me as you like from now on."
Emerson took off his trousers. A wet patch of pre-cum stained the front of his briefs where the head of his dick was bulging. The man was a hard as a rock, and like Ely's, Emerson's underwear did nothing to contain his intentions. "I want you to lie down, Ely. Open your legs. Is that okay?"
Ely nodded. Those nerves rose up once more. He knew what was going to happen next. The fact that Emerson had grabbed the double-ended dildo and began applying the lube cemented that thought.
He did as Emerson asked. His stomach turned, but not in a bad way. He was curious more than anything, that feeling winning the battle within him. His cock, aching with the attention it just received, came to slap onto his stomach as he lied on his back. Ely grabbed the pillows to assist in propping him up so he could watch what Emerson would do to him. He wanted to see the man work as well as feel it.
"I'm ready," Ely said.
Emerson shuffled into position, keeping himself seated, bringing his legs so that they were under Ely's. "You're balls are so big and ripe I could lick them for hours." For emphasis to his words, he cupped Ely's balls, fondling them with tenderness, paying attention to the fact they were a sensitive part of his body. That was one reason why Ely loved being with men. They understood what the equipment did.
His lover ran a slicked with lube finger over Ely's arsehole. Ely shuddered, the sensation electric. If that was his finger, then he couldn't even imagine what the dildo or cock would feel like as it slipped inside him. His body, radiating from his balls, tingled as Emerson worked his finger in circles, making sure he was as lubricated as he could be.
"I'm going to start now, okay? You'll feel a pressure at your arse, just relax. I'll go easy. If you can, try and push down like you're on the latrine. That will help relax the muscles and make entry easier."
Emerson's words reassured Ely. "Sure thing."
What Emerson had said about trust before was all coming to the forefront. Ely now understood why. A tense moment was broken by the exact feeling Emerson described. There was a pressure. A sensual, kind of scary pressure. Ely gasped.
"You all right?" Emerson asked, withdrawing the dildo.
Ely nodded. "Fine. I'm fine."
Again there was the pressure, but this time Ely pushed down, opening up his arsehole as best he could to accept the gift Emerson was about to give him. More tense seconds passed, the pressure building, joined by a tingling sensation and something else that came to the forefront. Ely felt a slight pain.
But it wasn't a pain of hurt. Not one that felt like a cut or a strike to the flesh. This was pain saturated by pleasure. Ely's stomach shuddered and he sucked in the air through
Emerson didn't waste the opportunity. He pulled down on the material, letting Ely's erection free and spraying on the skin seal. "You're a truly wonderful sight, Ely." Emerson kissed him, all roving tongue and dizzy spells on Ely's part.
When parted, Emerson kissed Ely's stomach, working his way down. Ely let out a chuckle as his lover's lips tickled him, left wet trails across his skin. Seconds later, Emerson's warm lips kissed Ely's engorged head, took it all in until the whole of his length had disappeared inside his mouth. "Wow," Ely said with a gasp.
Emerson pulled on the root of Ely's dick, making sure he got to all the best bits of Ely's erection. Over and over he sucked and slurped. Ely's dick tingled from all the attention, aching for more, yet at the same time wanting him to stop for fear of ejaculating too soon.
Just as he was about to pull Emerson off his dick, let him know that he'd done enough to begin his spiral toward ecstasy, he did so of his own accord. Emerson's lips were glistening from his work, as was Ely's bulging head and shaft. "You taste wonderful, too, I might add."
Ely smiled. "You can taste as much of me as you like from now on."
Emerson took off his trousers. A wet patch of pre-cum stained the front of his briefs where the head of his dick was bulging. The man was a hard as a rock, and like Ely's, Emerson's underwear did nothing to contain his intentions. "I want you to lie down, Ely. Open your legs. Is that okay?"
Ely nodded. Those nerves rose up once more. He knew what was going to happen next. The fact that Emerson had grabbed the double-ended dildo and began applying the lube cemented that thought.
He did as Emerson asked. His stomach turned, but not in a bad way. He was curious more than anything, that feeling winning the battle within him. His cock, aching with the attention it just received, came to slap onto his stomach as he lied on his back. Ely grabbed the pillows to assist in propping him up so he could watch what Emerson would do to him. He wanted to see the man work as well as feel it.
"I'm ready," Ely said.
Emerson shuffled into position, keeping himself seated, bringing his legs so that they were under Ely's. "You're balls are so big and ripe I could lick them for hours." For emphasis to his words, he cupped Ely's balls, fondling them with tenderness, paying attention to the fact they were a sensitive part of his body. That was one reason why Ely loved being with men. They understood what the equipment did.
His lover ran a slicked with lube finger over Ely's arsehole. Ely shuddered, the sensation electric. If that was his finger, then he couldn't even imagine what the dildo or cock would feel like as it slipped inside him. His body, radiating from his balls, tingled as Emerson worked his finger in circles, making sure he was as lubricated as he could be.
"I'm going to start now, okay? You'll feel a pressure at your arse, just relax. I'll go easy. If you can, try and push down like you're on the latrine. That will help relax the muscles and make entry easier."
Emerson's words reassured Ely. "Sure thing."
What Emerson had said about trust before was all coming to the forefront. Ely now understood why. A tense moment was broken by the exact feeling Emerson described. There was a pressure. A sensual, kind of scary pressure. Ely gasped.
"You all right?" Emerson asked, withdrawing the dildo.
Ely nodded. "Fine. I'm fine."
Again there was the pressure, but this time Ely pushed down, opening up his arsehole as best he could to accept the gift Emerson was about to give him. More tense seconds passed, the pressure building, joined by a tingling sensation and something else that came to the forefront. Ely felt a slight pain.
But it wasn't a pain of hurt. Not one that felt like a cut or a strike to the flesh. This was pain saturated by pleasure. Ely's stomach shuddered and he sucked in the air through
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