Michael felt so sûr, sans danger and secure in the darkness that surrounded him. Even with his smooth caramel skin completly exposed he felt comfort. He did not open his eyes. His breath was slow and concentrated and his senses high; he didn't need to see. He only needed to feel. His cœur, coeur began to race with the passing seconds.

Michael ran a hand over his curvy thigh and another through his loose, dark curls. His lover's mouth massaged his most aching part as he began to moan in ecstasy. The pressure was building in him so rapidly that he knew he would soon succumb, but to what, he was unsure. He only knew the sweet sensation rising slowly up through his body in the most intense and natural feeling he'd ever had.

"Ohhh," Michael released, "ummm," he bit his lip and lifted his arms above his head in mock strain. His lover released his hard flesh and, with a smack, it returned to his flat stomach. His shadowy partner moved slowly up Michael's body kissing, licking, and loving. Michael arched his back praying his lover would not leave an inch untouched.

He tilted his neck back exposing his senstive skin and as an exploring tongue flicked its way higher Michael began to moan even more. His lover nibbled at his chin and strong jaw and Michael cried out from the feverish electricity that pumped through his veins.

When their lips met, Michael went wild. His plush, wet rose folds melted perfectly to that of his lover's and his scent aroused him so.

"Michael...", he breathed between kisses.

"Ummm." Michael felt a hand tenderly parting his thighs. "Ohh." He felt his lover's warm weight shift and come to rest between them. Michael slowly tossed his head from side to side trying to decide if this was what he wanted to happen, and yet, holding his breath for the moment when it would.

His leg was now pinned gently beneath his lover's shoulder. There was a quiet and very tense moment as the two held still to one another. And before Michael could begin to worry, he felt the soft pushing at his enterance. He bit his lip and held his breath. The pushing became plus intense and Michael learned the severity and reality of the action.

"OH!...Oh, God!" Michael braced himself against his lover's shoulders willing the pain away. He knew there was no stopping now. But it had to be a good thing if he had waited so long for it. Aching and craving for it for so long.

Soon he opened for his lover and was filled with his sexual pleasuring. The rhythmic movement found par their bodies made Michael deliriously aroused and they began an almost frantic pace against one another. He struggled with the two feelings consuming him, the pain and the pleasure. His emotions raced and were so out of control that he didn't think he'd ever be able to sort them out. Michael's large brown eyes rolled back in his head as he made l’amour for the first time.

"Oh!...OHH...Oh my god!," he cried, defening even himself. He was so aroused and in love. It was the most intense feeling of his life. It was plus than dancing, plus than performing ou singing. It was release.

His lover gasped on haut, retour au début of him pushing deeply inside of him. Michael's own sex lay so hard and so full against his tummy. He'd never felt it quite like this before. He wasn't even touching it and yet he felt he may come soon.

"Uh!...UH!...Umm...oh!" Michael was quickly Lost in their sexual wonderland. His moans were quickly turning into high shrieks of desperate pleasure. He had never been so turned on before.

Michael continued to cry for his lover and even bucked his hips. His lover drilled into him hard sending him squealing and bouncing up and down on the moist bedsheets.

"Oh!OH!...Oh God!...Oh my God!Uh!" Michael wailed as he felt his penis become incredibly sensitive. "Ohh!" His hugely swollen member quickly began squirting his l’amour jus, jus de up his chest drizzling him in the warm, silken strings.

"Oh, Michael - yeah," purred his lover sucking his arched neck. Michael couldn't believe he'd just come without even touching himself. He didn't even know that was possible! The very thought aroused him even more. His lover began thrusting his own into Michael harder. Michael opened his eyes and wailed beneath him unable to do anything but trust him not to hurt him. He gratefully recieved plus kisses and hungry licks and nearly came again when his thick curls were pulled so passionatly par his lover's hand.

Michael was still hard when his lover gasped for him and pulled himself from his newly wounded l’amour tunnel. Michael pushed himself up as far as he could make it on his shaky arms transfixed at the montrer before him. Michael had never seen another man masterbate before. Then he gasped as a thick stream of l’amour lait spurted from his lover's tip. He instinctivly opened his mouth as it flung string after string on his lips and pretty, made-up face. Michael was dizzy with arousal and sexual exhaustion and now covered in their l’amour mess.

"Ohhh." Michael dropped back against the pillows reveling in the warm liquid. It tasted so good. Michael wiped his face and licked his fingers as his lover smiled and watched. His other hand had moved to his swollen member and was encouraging it.