GREEN TEA APHRODISIACS

As Johnny's arm was encircled around Orlando he let his hand slip further south. He found the elastic waist band of his boxers and bravely slipped inside. From his vantage point all he could see was the back of Orlandos neck. He felt Orlandos body briefly stiffen, then relax. He took that as a cue and slipped even farther into the cotton. When his hand landed on the prize he gently blew on Orlandos neck, then nuzzled it with his lips. With one swift movement Johnny pulled his hand out and the boxers down. He used his toes to kick them under the blankets and returned his hand to the prize.
"How we doin there, champ?" Johnny asked in a low tone.
"Fabulous..." Orlando answered.
"You want me to stop at any point just say the word." Johnny replied.
"Dont stop Johnny...."
"Oh righty then..." Johnny began to caress Orlando up and down his shaft, lingered on the tip and caressed it with his thumb.
Orlando reached his arm behind him and landed on Johnny's hip, pushing himself against his groin. The pressure for both of them was almost too much to handle. Johnny reached between their bodies, gripped his own cock, positioned it at his opening and began to grind against him.
Returning his hand back to it's perspective location he began to pump him again. The two activities unfolding in simultanous occasions brought light beads of sweet to Orlandos brow.
Johnny rolled away momentarily only to retrieve the green tea oil, placed a little on his cock and returned to his former position. Without saying a word he began to glide it into Orlandos opening.
"This may hurt at first." He said "but the pain is only brief." and he pushed in until he was at his base.
"Oh God!" orlando shouted
Ignoring his shouted response Johnny began to move inside Orlando, using the young man's hips for proper leverage. He reached around Orlandos body with his free hand and resumed the pumping action as before, hoping to soon recieve a reward for his endeavors.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked
"MMMMMM" Orlando moaned "No....its all good."
Johnny responded with a laugh and began to move a little faster and just a little harder.
Orlandos hand began to grip the sheets, causing them to ball up into knots.
As if in non verbal comunication, Orlando rolled onto his stomach without breaking contact. He climbed upon his knees and elbows, with Johnny following suit. He gripped Orlandos hips once again and with all intentions good, they resembled a couple of dogs in heat.
The sweat was now pouring into Orlandos eyes and he was blinded by the salty essense. He lowered his head to the mattress, breathed deeply and came all over the sheets. Johnny spent the next two minutes thrusting wildly, shouted out Orlandos name and came deep inside his lover, both collapsing on the bed. Orlando landing in the nice puddle of goo he had seemed to produce.
As Johnny rolled onto his back, he leaned over the edge of the bed, fished out his tobacco pouch and began to roll a cigarette, wasting no time.
"Uh...Johnny?"
"Yes" Johnny answered, blowing out a thin stream of smoke.
"I may be a little sticky..."
Johnny rolled over, yanked the sheets out from under the Brit, balled them up and tossed them on the floor.
"There we go...."
"Thanks." Orlando replied.