Page 17 of GDL

We're naked and on our knees in the center of the king bed. I lean down and lick my way from Kynan's massive left bicep, tracing along the lines of the flower tattoo there, along the ridge of his collarbone, across his chest, over to his other sleeved,muscular arm, lapping up the salty tang of his sweat-sheened skin.

"I want to hear all about these tattoos," I murmur, looking up into his eyes.

He smirks. "In the interview."

"No. Privately."

He chuckles. "I think that can be arranged."

I go back to exploring his body with my tongue and hands, greedily lapping and grabbing away. Hard muscles and soft skin have always been an intoxicating combination for me, and Kynan's got both in spades.

We resume making out for a while, the heads of our cocks brushing against each other. "You up for a docking?" I ask, thinking back to the restroom and how close we came to doing it then.

"A docking?" he checks. "Is that how Australians pronounce dicking?"

I grin and pull back. He's being serious. "Oh. No, docking is different to dicking. I take it you don't know what it is?"

He shakes his head. "No idea."

"Mind if I show you?"

"Go for it."

"Tell me if anything doesn't feel right or you want to stop, and I will."

"Okay."

I take my cock in one hand, his in the other, and stroke both, each time squeezing out the skin of my hooded cock a little more, preparing myself for the ultimate stretch about to come. I lock eyes with Kynan. "Okay so far?"

"Yep."

"Cool."

I let go of his dick and grab my foreskin between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, pulling it out.

Kynan's eyes bulge. "Holy shit. Doesn't that hurt?"

"I can feel it, but it's not painful," I assure him.

Then I take his cock and sheathe the skin over it, enclosing his crown.

"Fuck." He latches onto my shoulder for balance, staring down at our conjoined cocks with wild eyes.

"Still good?"

"So fucking good."

His voice has dropped an octave, and his fingers are digging into my shoulder so hard I'm sure he'll leave marks. Good. I'll take any reminder I can of this moment. I curl my fingers over where our dicks are connected and commence a featherlight jerking motion.

"Oh, shit." His head falls back as he lets out an almighty groan. "How?… Like, what is happening? How? How can this feel so… Oh no."

I stop moving. "What is it?"

"No, no. Keep going.Faster," he pleads.

Still unsure of what's going on with him, I do as he asks, scanning his face for any signs of what's wrong.

He brings his head back up. His pupils have dilated, turning his eyes dark. "I'm gonna co— Oh, shit!"

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