Love is such a wonderful thing. Often overlooked in the mad rush of male/male
heat, if only guys would take the time to slow down and explore they would see
how love simply turns up the flame. Even bodies we've come to know so well have
new ways of moving, different muscles respond differently to various touches,
light and darkness play off our frames so that we never appear the same way
twice.
Everytime I see Paul there is a stirring in my cocks. Especially when he's
laying on the couch with two arms behind his head, two holding his book, one
holding his Dr. Pepper (which he is almost never without) and one resting idly
on his chest. The temptation to give way to absolute lust is overwhelming and
the thought always crosses my mind to just whip out, grab one of my cocks and
offer the other two to him. And he knows it. When two people are in love mind
reading comes easily. But instead, he simply runs his hands through his hair,
turns a page, raises his Dr. Pepper to his mouth for a seductive sip and winks
at me.
For right now, that's enough. I take his free hand in one of mine and sit on
the floor next to his reclining body. Later, in the semi-darkness of a room lit
by a single candle, our two bodies will become one in the tangle of a dozen
arms. And thanks to our love for each other, the lovemaking will be sweeter for
the wait.
