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His mouth tasted of peppermint. Luscious and invigorating, alluring and fresh. How appropriate, I thought, since the flavor summed up exactly my feelings about tasting a man's lips for the first time in my life. I kissed him back, my enthusiasm showing by the way that I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth. I wanted to experience more of that seductive flavor, more of him. I needed to savor every moment of the kiss, taking full advantage of the wild situation and my newfound enlightenment regarding my soul's most primal desires.
I delighted in the moist warmth of his tongue, and shivered as his facial stubble ran rough against my upper lip. He crushed his groin against mine, solid bulge to solid bulge, rocketing chills of joy throughout my entire body. His hands roamed up and down my backside, while mine eagerly did the same to his. And the kiss deepened even more, whether by his instigation or mine, I didn't know. Nor did I care. All that mattered was that the kiss continued indefinitely, giving me the long-awaited opportunity to explore with my tongue.
He gripped my buttocks and languidly dry-humped my groin. The feel of Novak's erection against mine rivaled no other sensation I had ever known. I longed to shed my annoyingly tight blue jeans and briefs, tear the clothes from him also, and have our naked cocks slipping and sliding against each other. I wanted to stroke his throbbing flesh, to squeeze him, to finally fall to my knees and taste him the way I had always imagined doing to another man.
The artist withdrew his tongue from my mouth and pulled back his head. "A pleasant experience, I presume?"
In reply, I kissed him again, on the lips, then on hiswhiskered jaw and cheeks, working my way over his neck and his jumping Adam's apple.
"Another positive response. Very good. That pleases me also." He released my ass and stepped away from me. His lips curled in a smile when I groaned my disappointment. "Patience, Matthew, patience. We'll have time to play later. But for now, let's get to work, shall we?"
Work? Oh, shit. So consumed by passion, elated by my first sexual contact with another man, I had nearly forgotten the reason he had asked me here today. "Yes, sorry."
"No need to apologize, handsome." He leaned forward and planted a gentle, lingering kiss on my mouth. "Your zeal is greatly appreciated. In one way, it will certainly make the first part of the process much easier for me. But in another way..." He looked downward and gave my boner a firm squeeze while studying its outline through the faded denim. A sigh spilled from his lips. "I fear it could quickly become a distraction for me if I don't keep my mind on the business at hand and work fast."
Novak snatched my right hand and led me back into the outer studio. He told me to stand on a plush ivory carpet, where a stark white backdrop covered the paneled wall.
"Strip for me, Matthew. Let me see you naked."