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It’s impossible to notice anything other than the sheer pressure that’s building up in my balls.

My eyes shoot open. This is happening so fast. He isn’t showing any signs of letting up, and?—

James starts fondling my nuts and my hips buck up, my orgasm starting to unwind at the base of my dick. I’ve always been quick to the trigger, but I’m not about to embarrass myself by busting this quickly. No way.

“James.” I struggle to form that one word. “Wait.”

He looks up at me, concerned.

“That was fucking amazing but there’s no way I’m gonna last if you keep going.”

James chuckles, then his eyes prompt me to make the next move.

I peek down at James’s shorts and fixate on the obvious outline of his dick beneath the fabric. Taking my time, I move my hand down and drag my fingers along his shaft, making him shudder.

I’ve wanted this guy for months, even when I actively tried to stop myself. I want to taste him, savor him, and blow his mind. At this point, it’s not just a want, it’s an ache that won’t go away: I need to suck his dick.

“Let me suck you. I’ll make it good.”

“I’m so down.”

With that, I slip my fingers under his waistband and pull.

His dick is beautiful: long and thick and perfectly sized. A drop of precum beads off the tip, begging for me to lick it up. Kneeling down, I dampen my lips and give James a few teasing strokes.

“How do you like your dick sucked?” I ask, trying to get a feel for him.

“Not too hard. Like, be gentle on the head and don’t use too much tongue, but I fucking love being deepthroated.”

Deepthroating it is, then.

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JAMES

Rewind six hours, and if anyone told me I’d make out with my best friend, I’d say one thing:“Fuck off, that’s ridiculous. I’mstraight.”

I’d say the same to any suggestion of the events that followed said make-out session.

That I’d kiss Ethan again?Fuck off.

That I’d rut against his dick?Fuck off.

That I’d ask him to take out said dick, and then jerk him until he’s within seconds of coming all over his abs?Fuck off.

That I’dlikeany of that?

Fuck. Right. Off.

But tonight is full of surprises, apparently, because not only did I do all that, and enjoy it, nowmydick is out, and Ethan is about to blow me.

What the hell has gotten into?—

I don’t get to finish that thought because Ethan is engulfing my length, and holy shit, he’s makingmy head spin. My hand closes into a fist around the back of his hair as his throat clenches around the tip of my cock, sending waves of ecstasy pulsating out from my core.

This is ridiculous. It’s like I’m getting blown for the first time all over again. What Ethan is doing with his tongue along the underside of my shaft is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and it’s enough to make me forget that the best head of my life is coming from a guy.

Surely the fact that Ethan, my best friend, my teammate, a literal-fucking-dude, is the one blowing me should make my erection deflate, right?

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