TC-282 Loving Michael

FOREWORD

Colin’s life had not turned out as he had expected. There had been times of great joy in his thirty years—moments of sublime happiness. He had known love and given it too. Perhaps he had given more than he received. But he had no regrets.

Maybe the years had made him too cautious. He was afraid of love now-afraid of being hurt again. But Colin was desperately in love with Michael. He loved Michael’s hard young body, his muscular chest, the lean torso and that magnificent organ. But Michael was a hustler, and Colin suspected that Michael enjoyed the power of his youth, the power of his beauty—a power that could make Colin squirm and beg and pray…

Michael’s hands moved around to Colin’s ass, stroking it, rubbing it briskly. Then he fondled Colin’s balls and stroked the hammer-hard stalk of Colin’s cock, beginning in the nest of curly pubic hair and taking his fingers all the way to the head, as it disappeared into those finely chiseled lips.

Michael’s super-long cock throbbed and bounced up and down between his muscular thighs as he crouched before Colin. The two men moved to the bed and didn’t even bother to rip back the bedspread. They lay together on the bed in the sixty-nine position, their heads between each other’s thighs, their mouths stretched wide on the thrilling, excited cocks. Tenderly, fervently, they sucked each other’s swollen organs, their hands moving gently over their naked, tanned bodies.

Colin had known many boys, but never had he possessed such a huge, perfectly shaped cock. Pale white, satin-smooth, and incredibly long, it almost seemed too perfect to be real. It seemed wrong to love a cock, but he did; he was desperately in love with Michael’s beautiful prick. He could think of no greater happiness than sucking that gorgeous dick forever.

The twenty-two year old boy climbed over Colin, his rigid cock jutting down into Colin’s mouth and throat. His body grew stiff as he approached climax. With a grunt and violent shivering of his entire body, he rammed his cock into Colin’s throat, squirting his cum. Colin gagged, swallowing desperately, the semen mixing with his saliva. The discomfort did not matter to him; he was happy.