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climbed up on Richie’s back. “You have a nice ass,” he said. “So nice and round and firm.” He moved his hips slowly and rubbed up and down.

Richie spread his legs wider and kissed Brad’s hand. “You feel good, too.”

“I’m glad you could meet me here,” Brad said. “I don’t do this often.”

“I don’t either,” Richie said. Though his choices in men hadn’t been very good in the past, he’d never been promiscuous in the sense that he went out cruising all the time. This meeting with Brad was his first time with a man in over nine months. It’s not that he didn’t have plenty of opportunities. It’s just that he preferred men with which he shared an emotional connection.

For the next half hour, they rolled around in the sheets and kissed. When Richie saw that Brad wasn’t going to go down on him, Richie told Brad to close his eyes and he went down on Brad. The one thing he’d always liked about guys like Brad was that they were clean and they smelled like soap. Brad reminded him of talcum powder and musk cologne. Brad didn’t wear cologne or after shave but he had his own distinct aroma, especially between his legs.

Richie forgot all his inhibitions and ravished him. He played with Brad’s balls and then sucked them. He licked every inch of Brad’s crotch. He took his time and Brad stretched out and moaned softly. When he finally took Brad’s dick into his mouth and started sucking, Brad reached down, caressed his head, and moaned even louder. By this time, Richie knew what Brad liked. Though Brad wanted to think of himself as the dominant top…the aggressive one…all he wanted to do was lie back and let Richie do all the passive aggressive work.

By the time Richie sucked Brad off to the point where he was ready to come, he stopped a moment before Brad climaxed and said, “I’m going to do something you’re going to love now.” He knew Brad would have come in his mouth and that would have been the end of it. He wouldn’t have minded. But he hadn’t been with a man in a long time and he wanted more.

“I already love what you’re doing,” Brad said.

“You’ll like this just as much.”

Richie climbed up and straddled Brad’s hips. He reached for the small jar of petroleum jelly Brad had brought into the room and he scooped out a small amount with two fingers. While Brad watched everything he did, Richie reached around and spread the grease all over his hole. When he inserted two fingers, Brad bit his bottom lip and stared at him with hungry, glazed eyes. And when he grabbed Brad’s dick and sat all the way down on it, Brad bolted forward and said, “Fuck yes. Damn, that’s hot.”

Richie took Brad into his body fast. He’d never been one to complain about pain or discomfort and didn’t understand those who did. Richie smiled and reached out with both hands. He pushed Brad backwards and said, “Just closed your eyes and let me do everything.”

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” Brad said, gently shoving his dick deeper into Brad’s body.

Richie didn’t actually have a favorite position in bed. But this particular position was one of the most comfortable. He knew how to control his sphincter muscle and he knew how to rock and grind his hips with a constant even rhythm. He hadn’t met a man yet he couldn’t get off in this position.

And Brad was no exception. In less than fifteen minutes, Richie was grinding and squeezing and Brad was on the edge. When Brad came, his entire body shuddered, his upper body jerked forward, and he let out a deep howl that went right through Richie’s body. Richie came a second later, all over Brad’s torso. Then Richie rode Brad’s dick until they both went flaccid. After that, they took a quick shower together and got dressed.

While Richie was putting on his socks, Brad caressed the back of his neck and said, “I wish we had more time. But my friend will be home soon. I hope that’s okay.”

Richie shrugged. He didn’t have much of a choice. “I’m okay. I had fun.”

Brad buckled his belt and said, “I hope we can meet again. Like I said, I don’t do this often and you’re very special.”

Richie had been hoping Brad would say something about meeting again. He couldn’t be the one to do it. Brad would think he