Neither one of us seemed to want to overreact. It was almost as if he was as shocked as I was that he’d found another gay man. I raised my hand and gently traced my fingers down his chest, over his abs. I gently put my hand on his side and slid it over onto his back. I pulled him in for a repeat attempt. This time we were both bolder as our lips came together again. Even though neither of us had read any instruction manuals on kissing techniques, I think we did a pretty respectable job for our first time. We continued for some time, only breaking apart when we felt the need to pant for air. The heat of his body was making me feel hot as well. “My God, you look hot!” he said. “Me?” I asked incredulously. “Me?” “Yes, you. Do you see anybody else in this room with us?” We kissed again. This time he pulled me over on top of his body as he rolled over onto his back. He spread his legs a bit so that I was lying between them and across his torso. Holy sweet mother of God, did that ever feel good!
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