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Jake was naked. His hair was damp and his dark, unshaved face was rugged. Undressed, his
shoulders seemed broader somehow and his chest was defined and covered with a tangle of
soft, dark hair. Mick let his own eyes travel further down, across the flat stomach to
strong thighs and firm legs covered with softer, even hair which stopped at the ankles.
His eyes looked back up to linger on the heavy, dark cock, seemingly half erect, hanging
expectantly over uneven balls, the head only partly showing from beneath a smooth
foreskin. No wide veins, like in the books, no circumcision like in the films. Suddenly
there was no nervousness in Mick`s mind. Just excitement. This was the man he had waited
for.

And the man was kind. He seemed to be letting Mick take his time and the boy appreciated
this. Then, after a while he felt his towel slowly pulled from him and he was pushed back.
He closed his eyes, he couldn`t look at his own penis, thinking it inadequate before
Jake`s, but he could feel it grow and slide along his thigh in anticipation.

He expected to feel hot breath between his legs and grasping hands but none came. Instead
he was aware of a warm kiss on the sole of his right foot. The sensation made him jolt.
The first contact, the first moment of sex, he had not expected it to start there. Then
the mouth was on his other foot, then his ankles. Large hands were stroking his legs, soft
breath on his knees, fingers wrapped around his thighs, massaging the muscles from front
to back. He smiled and knew he had been right to wait.

The kisses dipped in and out of his rippled stomach and the firm tongue drew lines of
heat across his panting chest. One side then the other, always even, always fair. The
mouth warmed his nipples and he felt a rush of heat through his entire body. The broad
hands stroked every inch of his arms and fingers rose up to cup his head as both of his
eyelids were kissed by soft lips.

He felt legs astride him and the heavy cock resting on his stomach. His hands were held
and slid behind his head by stronger hands as he was moved into a willing submissiveness.
He felt the tongue play with each ear, sending shivers of pleasure to his chest and he
heard soft, deep breathing close to him. Then he heard a voice, a man`s voice, closer and
real, whispering to him, ‘you are beautiful.’

And in that moment he was, at last. He was being made to feel beautiful. He was being
adored, worshipped and loved. He felt at home and safe, his heart was racing and he
breathed fast but inside he felt a new, unexplored calmness.

‘Just do what ever I do,’ the guiding voice whispered, tending to his innocence.

His eyes still closed, he felt Jake`s lips only a breath away from his. He opened his
mouth and could sense the other`s breath in his throat, mingling with his own. His own
tongue reached out and met the tip of the other. Only a fraction of skin meeting a
fraction of skin made his whole body tighten and everything he had been feeling in his
extremities rushed to that point and erupted with a vivid, electric explosion as their
mouths closed together. He was beautiful.