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The living room was dark when Colby returned with the big jar of Vaseline. He stopped in the doorway and let his eyes linger a long time on the naked form lying in the red glow of the dying fire. The dark hair foamed in a light-struck halo, only inches away from the fieldstone hearth, while the lean, taut-muscled torso stretched out in the room, as though offering itself to the voyeur in the doorway.
The gold-flecked green eyes were closed, long lashed fanned over high cheekbones. The full wine-colored mouth was relaxed in an expression of dreamy contemplation.
Colby held his breath, afraid to shatter the delicate moment, afraid that whatever move he made now would be the wrong one. His eager cock sprang powerfully erect, bobbing up from its lazy, swaying relaxation between his marble-toned thighs, and his massive balls felt alive with churning excitement, just looking at the magnificent nakedness of his lover.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.