Finally, face to face. The small talk conversation couldnt hide the crooked smile, the sparkling eyes and the furtive glances, wondering how you would look out of your clothes. The body language, the little gestures, the way you casually have your hand over your crotch, or how I slowly caress my upper lip with my tongue after drinking elevates the temperature and the tension. Already in the elevator, the smiles continue, but only when I opening the door of my apartment you dare to touch me. Your hand, caressing my back, sent shivers down my spine, and accelerated my heartbeat. Then I closed the door and passion was unleashed. Your lips on mine, your fingers unbuttoning my shirt, my tongue searching yours inside your mouth, my hand feeling your hard cock below your pants. I dont remember how we got naked, but I do still feel the bittersweet taste of your skin in your neck, your shoulders, your armpits, your nipples, your hairy balls, your hard wet glands and your dark rear cave. With every lick, ever sniff I took, I became more and more intoxicated, excited, losing control. Two men, two beasts eating each other, your naked body over mine, our hard cocks rubbing, our tongues entangled, my hands in your ass, pressing you against me, drinking your clean exciting sweat of your neck, feeling the flavor of true desire, melting in your arms, sharing all our tenderness and all our hardness. Hours passed, full of all the combinations of man to man lovemaking, entering, receiving, tasting, eating, drinking, riding, diving several explosions inside and out of both our bodies and two exhausted guys sleeping naked. I woke up alone in my bed, searching you in the yet warm absence or presence in my bed and my flesh. Maybe you were just a dream, maybe you came to steal my soul, maybe maybe you are just there, in the door, bringing me coffee.

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