His tongue darted out and pried open Mitchell's willing lips.His tongue darted out and pried open Mitchell's willing lips. Mitchell tentatively slid his tongue into Gregg's mouth and tasted the minty mouthwash Gregg had used just a few minutes ago after his shower. Gregg pulled Mitchell with him over onto the bed. There he reached under Mitchell's shirt and started pulling it up over his head. Mitchell helped, and Gregg tossed the shirt onto the floor. Then Gregg laid Mitchell down and began to kiss his neck and work his way down Mitchell's bare chest. He licked his nipples and swirled around them with his tongue. Mitchell felt Gregg kiss his navel where a thin trail of brown hair started and then ran down into his shorts. He felt Gregg undo the button on his shorts, and then he was slipping them and Mitchell's white jockey shorts off. "Wait," Mitchell said, sitting up in his nude condition. "What?" Gregg asked. "Shouldn't we have some kind of protection?" he asked. While his hormones were in overdrive, he still had one portion of his brain screaming common sense advice at him. |