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the room was doing. I wrapped my legs around Cyril's legs,
and yanked the suit down, spinning us harder.
Cyril kicked then, and I grabbed hold of him while he
kicked off the jumpsuit, killing our relative motion except
for a slight left-ward spin. You always spun in free-fall;
any movement would do it, unless you took it very slowly, but
we weren't wanting to be slow about it.
I kissed him again, running my hands into his boxers,
squeezing his tight buttocks with both hands. His hands found
there way into my briefs, and we kissed while slowing
spinning, a pin-wheel of male lust.
We fought off our tight jock straps (in free fall, you
had to wear them or have the funny sensations of your balls
floating around on you. Stimulating, but very uncomfortable
over a long period of time) and I found myself floating away
from Cyril. I tried to swim, but I just don't move that well
in free fall. I was flailing around and Cyril, who's much
better at it, grabbed me by one ankle.
"Steady, old bean." he said, and wafted his foot towards
my face. Better than nothing, I grabbed hold of it and Cyril
hunched toward me. I got the idea of what he was trying to
do, pulled his foot upwards (relative to m
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