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Unbuttoned

March 18, 2019 by Caraway Carter Leave a Comment

A man in ripped jeans with his shirt unbuttoned and his hand in his pocket.

I’m not sure when he decided to unbutton that shirt. I can tell you exactly when I decided to unbutton those jeans; it was the moment I walked into the room and saw Bobby spread out on the couch.  We’d been working hard earlier in the morning, and when it got too hot, he made his way inside.  I followed slowly, wiped my face and poured us big tall glasses of sweet tea.

Standing there in the middle of the doorway, I was mesmerized.  The red plaid shirt lay perfectly to reveal his well-muscled body.  I never understood why the guy was always over at my house.  I didn’t look anything like him.  But as I set the teas on the table beside me, I moved across the floor with one thought in mind: placing my hands on those tight jeans.

I don’t know what came over me – I found myself kneeling between his spread legs and my fingers tracing the threads on his brown boots.  I bent forward to smell the grassy, muddy tang of my old farm.  It hadn’t had animals in years. Now it was just tall grass and weeds, and mud.  Before I realized what I was doing, my hands slid up his legs, gripping the thick thighs.  They met in the center of the enormous bulge.  I could hear Bobby’s contented breathing and saw what I thought was a smile appear at the corners of his mouth.

The back of my hand brushed over the button-fly jeans to stop at the belt buckle.  Everything in the room was moving so slowly. Even my breathing had slowed down.  It was the first time in a while that I had not been out of breath.  Pretty soon, one of us would be making noises. I only hoped it would be Bobby, from the pleasure I was about to bestow upon him.  My hand hovered on the warmth emanating from the buttons; the other pulled the shirt away to reveal more of his chest.

That was the moment his eyes opened.  I knelt there, licking my lips.  He took a deep breath, and we both stared at each other. Then, oh, so slowly, I made him wait for the moment of release.  I spent a lot of time just admiring, running my fingertip around and under, before actually unbuttoning them, teasing him. My eyes trained on his, I let my fingers work slowly and delicately. I could feel how the bulge was trying to force its way out, but I kept it slow and won the battle of the buttons.

I had imagined him going commando under that snug fly, but after the last button was popped, I noticed the tight, straining white cotton briefs.  With a smirk, I looked from the cotton to him. He grinned and moved his hands to his belt, but I swiped them away, shaking my head.

So I have to go through another package, huh?

No sound between the two of us, just the steady in-out of breath.  Oh yes, much resting before my next move.

My mouth watered just thinking about it.

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Easy

March 11, 2019 by Caraway Carter Leave a Comment

A mans standing with his thumb in the top of his swim trunks.

Brent and I had been looking forward to the weekend. Our bosses had made huge demands on both of us all week, so when my Uncle Neil asked if I wouldn’t mind house sitting for the weekend, I jumped at the chance.  The house sat on the beach. Through one sliding door, across a small wood patio, you stepped down into the hot sand.  House sit?  Hell yeah!  We’d thrown our luggage into the living room and I started undressing even as we searched around the place.

As I bent down to untie my shoes, I spied his bare feet in front of me.  My eyes moved up the tanned legs to rest on a pair of gold swim trunks that left nothing to the imagination.  Brent and I had fooled around several times. In fact, I’d only suggested sleeping apart in case we found guys to be with later.  My hands stopped untying and my eyes moved up his body.  He grinned that stupid grin that can get me to do anything he suggests. He started twisting his nipples; his lips glistened as he licked them.  Rising to my feet, I moved toward him like he was a magnet and I was metal shavings, so quickly was I upon him… it.

My hand rested on his little ledge of cock.  I knew this wasn’t going to take any skill. Hmm… I stood in front of him, one hand lifting his chin so that I could plant a kiss on his lips. With the other, my fingers slipped up the fabric to his waistband and slowly slid the gold Lycra down.  As I’d expected, it jumped between us. My fingers wrapped around hardness, drawing him to me.

Still holding my prize, I knelt deliberately, leaving a million kisses down his chest. My lips gently kissed the tip as my mouth opened, and I eased myself down his length.

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