Eating a mango in the nude...it's a good thing. Part 1

He answered that he was, "in the kitchen!," when I called through from the lanai that I was home. 'Good dinner in the making,' I thought; and the best part, I had nothing to do with it. My selfish thought was, ‘if he's in the kitchen than I'm off the hook for preparing dinner,’ and that was music to my ears.
I'm the better cook, but hey, I'll suffer. Whatever Sonny's whippin'-up, 'it's bound to be Italian, his specialty,' is fine with me. Happy to do the cleanup if he does the cooking...a win-win for both of us.
Into the bedroom to change out of my work clothes, and into shorts and a t-shirt, shoes are off, and on with the flip flops. 'Ahhhhh, home! Quick piss, hand wash, and let's see what's up in the kitchen.'
When I finally rounded the corner into the kitchen I was surprised to see all six feet of him, jaybird naked, and hunched over the kitchen sink, with his hairy butt sticking out. 'Hmm, dinner being served? I like what's on the menu, at least the antipasto looks especially tasty!' Sonny is hell for the Italian way of including several courses to every meal.
'Hmm, No evidence of food preparation anywhere in sight;' instead of pasta with marinara, looks like it might be Sonny a la puttanesca with the sight of his sweet ass, him bent at the waist, leaning over the sink making me think, 'looking like dessert was gonna be first on tonight's menu.'
Hell, I'm always hungry for that ass; and this was looking especially good. My shorts were instantly tented. He was bent over, mightily enjoying something, by the sounds he was making, and that something had made him murmur, "Ummmm, so good!"
"I agree," breaking my silent observation, "Oh, baby, better than good, fuckin' beautiful."
I'd startled him. His head popped up and he turned slightly to look at me.
He was sure enjoying something over that sink, as much as, I was enjoying looking at his perfect muscled ass.
He turned, just enough to look at me over his broad shoulder; just enough for me to see he was eating something, and really enjoying it. Glistening, juicy droplets that had dripped, seemingly unnoticed by him in his pleasured state, from whatever he was eating onto his dark beard. My first clue to what was giving him such mouth pleasure was that it was certainly juicy. His mouth was half full of luscious orange flesh. The remainder of what was left of the mango, that he held up to his mouth in both hands, was indeed luscious. I could see the look of surprise flash in his brown eyes, and a bit of embarrassment, at being observed in such an intimate act of naked, food ecstasy. His olive skinned face cheeks flared a little red with his embarrassment.
This whole scene made me smile. Seeing him in a predicament that made him vulnerable was a bigger turn on for me. He was such a masculine guy, not a tough guy, but resolutely a top, a versatile top on occasion, but with his powerful build, and man's man swagger, Sonny was the strong, silent type. He started to sputter an explanation when I reminded him, "No need to explain," and in my best parental, mommy tone, "Remember, Sonny, no talking with your mouth full."
He smiled an orange, 'mango-smile,' back at me. I could tell he wanted to laugh. He repeated, as if in further explanation, "Umm, so good!"
"I can see that."
That's when he caught a glimpse of my hardon, and said, "Me eating a mango," he paused, genuinely uncertain then continued, "turned you on?"
"No, you eating a mango bare assed naked, bent over the sink," I corrected, "turned me on."
"Oh," he paused as if he just realized he was bare assed, "yeah, naked, over the sink, it's a rule."
"Really," having a little fun busting his balls, "a rule?"
"Yeah, the only way to eat a mango is naked, over the sink."
"Is this a family thing? Like, with your, 'people?' You know your tribe."
"What?"
"You know, a tradition, like wearing green on St.Patrick's Day."
"Well, ahhh, No, not like that. It's just eating a mango, really enjoying it, well, it's so messy that to get all of the mango eaten, without getting it all over yourself, you eat it naked, over the sink. See?"
"Unhuh. I see. I most certainly do, 'see;' I, 'see,' your pretty ass."
"What?"
"OK, I get it. You, your people," he's looking at me now with a little frown, "traditionally eat mangoes in the buff, while leaning over the kitchen sink. So, if your mother invites me, this is hypothetical, capishe?
He nods, 'Yes.' "to have mangoes with your family at your parent's house I should expect nude-mango-eating in the kitchen?"
"Not funny."
"So, why are you smiling?"
Sighing, "Cause I feel silly, me being naked eating fruit, and that now you know my dirty little secret, that I'm a closeted, nude-mango-eating freak, who's been outed by a voyeur, with a hardon, who's been lurking in my kitchen."
We both laughed out loud.
"Yo, nude-mango-eater, I love you when you're angry!"
Smiling at me, "Show me."
The mango juice had made wet rivulets following the tracery of veins in both of his muscled arms and was puddling where his elbows rested on the white porcelain edge of the sink. He was one, juicy mess; and hot as fuck. I was getting hornier by the second.
Seeing my intention to fuck him on the spot, "Can I finish my guilty pleasure?"
"Well, naked-mango-eater freak, it depends on how long that will take. See I've got a fat, ripe, juicy mango," squeezing and hefting the bulge in my shorts, "that needs some naked-mango-eating attention."
"Yeah, looks ripe alright," nodding toward my leaking boner, "juicy, showin’ on your wet spot. Maybe it's overripe?"
"Oh, No, it's just super juicy and ripe, ready for your taste buds to sample.”

“Yeah, I can see you're ripe for the picking.”

“We'll, Sonny, you sounded like you were sure enjoying it, before I interrupted you. Hey, a case of 'mango-interruptus,' better get back to your teeth raking over that tender flesh, and your lips, and your tongue slurping-up all that sweet juice, before you tackle my mango. Finish up; but make it fast!"
"Mango-interuptus? You're nuts."
"Yeah, my nuts are are all swelled up watching you having sex with that mango."
"Ah ha, your jealous. You want in on a piece of this mango, don't you?"
"Are you suggesting a ménage à trois? Me, you, and sloppy seconds on that mango; you horn dog, you're a genuine, naked-mango-eating, gangbanger!"
He's smiling, holding back a laugh, dripping mango juice and looking as fucking hot as can be. He's wagging his gorgeous butt at me with a twirk that's putting a glaze on my skinned back, cock head, and widening the wet spot on my shorts.
"You got me, buddy. My bad."
"Hell, Yeah, baby I'm horny for all the mango you've got."
Stepping closer behind him and putting my arms around his torso I feel his warm skin on my encircling arms. I'm leaning into him with my dick jammed against his sweet ass crack. My mouth, is craving his mouth, wanting to taste the mango that is on his moist lips and hot tongue.
I can smell the fragrant sweetness of the mango on his warm breathe as I muzzle closer to his handsome face. Gut punching is my reaction to the taste his familiar, now more exotically scented and mango flavored, wet mouth. I want to devour him. His beautiful full lips pouting with mango nectar are intoxicating.
My fingers find his hardening brown nipples and graze their firmness, as my hands caressingly travel, slowly upward, toward his thick neck and the telltale juice that treacles his skin with trails of tropical, perfumed sweetness. I hold him pressed close to my chest. I feel him torquing his neck and head back toward my hungry, licking tongue. I'm kissing his throat tonguing his lips and the dark hair surrounding his now panting open mouth.
He puts the mango to my mouth; together we slurp at the soft, luscious, yielding flesh. Yes, it is, so good. He's able to turn his head enough, while still in my lustful embrace, so that I can lean in more deeply. Nuzzling into his warm flesh to better lick at the corners of his lips. He stops me. "Remember, mangos are eaten naked over the kitchen sink; get those clothes off!"
Ah, Sonny's back.
"Yes, sir!"
As much as I don't want to let go of him, I release him from my encircling arms. I back away, just enough to shuck my t-shirt off and toss it; then, I yank down, and in one swift motion, kickoff my shorts, and flip flops. My legs, like Sonny's, are spread wide. My engorged dickhead is bolstered against Sonny's hot ass. I can feel his hairy cheeks cresting and bunning around my stiff dick. My hard, fat cock is jutting between his legs. My torpedo is a heat-seeking missile homing in from behind him to the tunnel between his muscled thighs. My cock slots into the hot tunnel beneath his ass and between his big, low hangin’ nut sac. My blood engorged dick head is solidly lodged-up against his taint. I want to slide my dick up against his ass crack and plunge my fuck pole into his tight, hairy, man cunt. I want to fuck his tight hole, right now!
I'm breathing him into my lungs, into my belly, he's everything I desire. Sonny pushes his ass back against my belly and uses his, now straightened, arms to push up off of the sink. He's turning himself to face me. My dick, reluctantly, slides out from between his legs as he turns his mango-stained chest to press against my chest. He's sticky, which makes me want to lick every trace of mango nectar from every inch of his furry chest. Our bellies are flattened against each other; his cock is chubbing-up and I can feel it swing and graze my thigh as he turns. I feel his precum where he slathers my quadriceps with a smear of his dripping, uncut cock head. My own dick is leaking juice that has left streaks of my lube in his hairy, ass crack. My cock, as it slid from his taint, squeezed out more ooze on its release from the furnace between his legs.
He's still holding the mango in both hands, as he offers it up to both of our mouths, juice is dripping onto both our chests. He rubs the sweet flesh against my lips and suckles the soft fruit pulp with his lips. We both nibble and suck at the fruit. Our tongues and lips touch as we are swirling over the fruit. Our saliva laced with the juicy mango nectar is super delicious. Juice is running down both of our chins. I want to lick Sonny’s mouth, face and beard. He wedges the mango seed and his slick tongue in my mouth for me to suck. I swallow, and want more.

In Sonny's beard the juice snakes through the dark hair to reach his neck. My clean shaved face is also wet with the fruit; he's tonguing my face with his wide tongue, I'm moaning and sighing with the velvet feel of his tongue on my skin.

He is holding what's left of the fibrous flesh against my lips, and using the flattened, fibrous, oblong seed as a brush to slather our open mouths, our teeth, and my dripping chin. He wedges the macerated mango seed down, into the narrow cleft, formed by pressing into each other's heaving chests. The slippery seed is hugged into the cleavage between our flattened pecs. He retrieves the seed with his slippery fingers, and tosses the remnant mango seed into the sink. Sonny is completely turned on and his cock is mashed head down throbbing against my swollen balls. My leaking, engorged cock head is jutting up, pushing hard into his belly button.

He kisses me, deeply forcing his tongue into my mouth, and as far down my throat as he can. As he slowly, retracts his tongue he swirls it, licking the sweet juice from my mouth. He lingers on my lips; tonguing my upper lip, juice stained nose, and cheeks. I'm in complete surrender to his hot mouth sucking all over my mouth and my face. He spits the juice he's collected back into my mouth. This exchange is stunning, I'm completely absorbed, into him. I swallow what he has shared with me. His spit sliding over my tongue, into my throat, were melded together in this lust.
I reciprocate by licking the tiny shards of mango flesh from his beard. My hands lift his arms into a a v-shape above his head, allowing the juice that was on his forearms to lazily stream new trails to the insides of his upper arms, wending its sticky wet into the now exposed, clotted, dark, strands of hair furring his armpits. I lick his right armpit from curving nook to the length of his arm. I taste his salty sweat mixed with the sweetness of the mango. The elixir is intoxicating. I lick the trail of sweetness from his upper arm to the crook of his elbow. I linger in his creased forearm; my tongue teasing at the heavy serpentine of veins along his forearm branching to be lost in the powerful muscle tapering to his wrist. Palm, and back of his hand are each licked clean. Each strong finger finds its way into my mouth.
Every meandering trail of mango juice is traced by my tongue and savored. He sighs, eyes closed, head back, mouth open; moans of pleasure ripple the air. His voice is throaty, guttural at the feel of my pink tongue wetting the sticky juice and swirling it into my hungry mouth. Kissing the places I have traced with my tongue my lips suckle and linger in the crease of his armpit, elbow, wrist, and between each finger. His palm is cushioned, plump with muscles that yield to my soft, full lips. Lips bloated, and brushed warm by his body hair. My tender lips, pinked, rosy with hot blood welling inside of them. Glorious friction from their delicious travels over his supple flesh has sensitized them to linger, caress and polish Sonny's, supple, Mediterranean, olive skin...to be continued.

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