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place. When that sound accompanied his own sexual encounters, it drove his already inflamed desires toward combustion. He went wild
beneath Mitch, shoving himself back onto the thick male member that filled him with its raw strength and power.
Every touch, every sound, even the testosterone-laden musk that flavored his every breath increased the intense ache that beat within
his body. It grew and grew until, in desperation, he reached for his own cock, frantically jacking himself in time to Mitch s thrusts.
Mitch s hand joined his, pushed it away, and took its place.  Mine, he growled.  Come.
Ben s orgasm was yanked forth with a speed and intensity that had him wailing into the mattress at the sheer wrenching vigor of his
release. Creamy jets of cum spewed onto the sheet beneath him and dripped from the rosy red and swollen crown of his cock to form a puddle.
Nothing existed but the surge of pleasure that burst hot and wild within his body. It trampled every other sense beneath the force of its
dominion.
For untold minutes, he rode the sensations, blind, deaf, and dumb to everything until his own heartbeat sounded in his ears. Slowly, he
began to make sense of the world around him as his ability to think returned. The first thing he noticed was that his knees had collapsed. He
was now lying flat on the bed and lying partially on top of him was the man who d taken him so far out of his mind. A weak smile graced his
lips. Mitch had apparently learned from their first encounter not to indulge in the postcoital squashing of his partner. At least not this partner.
Yawning, Ben blinked his eyes a few times and then let them drift shut again while indulging in a soft humming sound that conveyed
his supreme satisfaction.
 You are still alive. I thought you were, but I wasn t quite sure, Mitch s voice lazily quipped from beside him.
 I ll admit you were good, but not that good. I just lost contact with the real world for a little while. By the way, did you come?
Mitch snorted.  You were out of it.
 Told ya.
 To answer your question, yes, I did come and now I m going to go& to the bathroom.
 I m after you.
 Sure thing. I ll be back in a sec. I m gonna take a leak, wipe down, and bring back a towel to cover the wet spot.
Ben felt the mattress shift as Mitch climbed out of bed.  My hero. Hurry up, man, I gotta piss.
 I d tell you to keep your panties on but -- a warm hand smoothed over the cheeks of Ben s ass --  you seem to have lost them
somewhere. In case I forgot to mention it, you ve got a beautiful ass.
Ben smiled as Mitch walked away. A few minutes later, he took his own turn in the bathroom. On his return to bed, he noticed that
Mitch had turned out the light, which left just the dim glow from the nightlight in the bathroom to light his way. Sliding back into bed, he also
discovered that his bed mate had made good on his idea to use a towel to cover the wet spot. It was velour and felt warm and soft against
Ben s skin.
What felt even better though was Mitch cuddling up against him.  Mmm. You feel good. I should go home, but is it okay if I stay for a
little while?
Mitch s arm tightened around him.  Of course it is. It s dark and rainy out there. Stay here. In the warmth. With me&  Mitch s voice
trailed off and Ben could tell he was falling asleep.
 Okay, he softly agreed, closed his eyes, and slept.
When Ben woke again, he was alone. Groggily blinking his eyes, he noted the early morning light visible around the edges of the
drapes. The lighted face of the clock on the bedside table proclaimed it to be ten of seven. Pushing the covers aside, he slid out of bed and went
to the bathroom. There was no sign of Mitch and a vague feeling of unease began to make his chest feel tight. Using the facilities, Ben did a
quick wash-up that included splashing water on his face. Feeling more alert, he dressed and went downstairs.
Mitch wasn t in the living room and Ben was about to head for the kitchen when he spotted him outside. The rain had stopped, but the
sky was gray and overcast. His host was standing by the edge of the lake. The morning breeze ruffled his already tousled hair as he stared
down at the water. Ben watched him for a moment, lost in what seemed a pensive contemplation, then turned away. He was sure what he d
warned Mitch about the night before was happening. He was having second thoughts and dreading their morning after meeting.
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