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Allan didn't touch me again until I had unlocked the door. When I slid the chain over the lock and reached for the light switch, he wrapped his well muscled arms around my waist and kissed my neck. I turned around in his arms and slid my fingers through his thick hair. I couldn't wait to get him out of those clothes. I'd been fantasizing about him naked every night from the first moment I'd set eyes on him. He picked up on my urgency as I kissed his mouth and pushed his blue navy jacket off his massive shoulders. He laughed as I dove for the bottom of his T-shirt, yanking it out of his jeans. He stood there patiently as I whipped it over his head and threw it aside.
The dim light in my apartment didn't afford me a clear view, and I wanted one. I pulled him deeper into the room, and switched on a floor lamp near the window. When the light flooded the room, I actually whistled. He laughed a little embarrassed laugh. His torso was not just a torso, it was art, every muscle sculptured as if by the hand of God himself.
I already had my coat off. Allan pulled my T-shirt off as well. "Brandon," he moaned, coming close enough to flick his tongue out over one of my nipples, "you're beautiful, baby."
Whether I was truly beautiful or not, he sure as hell made me feel that way. When he undid the belt of his jeans and pulled them down over his hips, I'd thought I'd died and gone to heaven. The sight of his cock made mine do somersaults. I slid down on my knees, and took what I could of it in my mouth. Looking back, if it would have been today ... shit ... I could have done so much more with it. But, in spite of my promiscuity, I wasn't all that experienced ... and giving ablowjob was still somewhat of a challenge for me ... especially when it came to swallowing. However, Allan appeared to enjoy my amateurish sucking and pulling on his cock, because he made appreciative sounds in his throat and buried his hands in my hair.
My, how times have changed. You're a real pro now.
Never mind that.
Suddenly, Allan pulled me up into his arms, kissed me hard, and ran his hands all over me. Yanking on my pants, he tore them down over my hips and clutched my buttocks in his hands. "Brandon," he murmured, kissing my neck, running his tongue down my throat to one nipple, then the other. "I want you."