Page 47 of Shift Change

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen it hard.” He chewed his lips, never taking his eyes off what I had to offer. “Can I touch it?”

Nervous and excited, I broke into a laugh. “That’s whatshesaid. About ten years ago.”

He laughed too, then met my eyes. “Ten years? Damn, that’s the longest dry spell I ever heard of. You must be really hard up.”

“Fuck off, I’ve had plenty. Right now I want more, so touch it.”

He looked at my dick like it might bite before tracing a finger up my shaft. As soon as he made contact, pleasure shot through me so fast it was like a lightning bolt to the brain. My torso arched off the bed. “Ah!”

“Shh. Don’t want to wake anyone. They’ve already had their show for the night.”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “And what a great show it was.”

“Fuck yeah.” He angled my cock, looking it over like it was the eighth wonder of the world. “You’ve already got precum.” He touched my slit and moved his finger away, and a sticky string stretched between the tip and his finger. “Damn, Dog.”

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself, but I need more than this. Do something.”

He nodded and swiped his finger around my cockhead, gathering all the precum he could. “This… you made this.”

“No shit.”

He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it.Holy fuck.Girls didn’t usually…

Grinning, he said, “That was good. Make me some more.”

I couldn’t help snickering. “You look proud of yourself.”

He leaned over and kissed me long enough to slide his tongue into my mouth. When he drew away, he asked, “Don’t you think it’s good?”

“I’ve tasted my own before, bud.”

He widened his eyes. “You have?”

“Haven’t you?”

“Let me lie down with you.”

I snorted. “When in doubt, choose deflection.”

It was my turn to inspect his dick, which was as hard as mine. His was long and much thicker than it looked in the shower. Fully erect, it was fatter than mine, and breadth had always been my specialty. “Yup,” I said. “A fucking utility pole.”

“Merry Christmas.”

I chuckled again. No one had ever made me laugh during sex, and I liked it. “Not Christmas yet. Thanksgiving isn’t until later this month.”

He groaned. “No offense, bud, but you’re leaving me throbbing in the wind. Could you touch it or something?”

A line of precum trickled down his shaft, and I couldn’t let him outdo me. I swiped it up and sucked it off my finger.

“Goddamn.” Nate’s voice was raspy. “So fucking hot.”

“Surprisingly sweet, with a slightly musky aftertaste and notes of…” I smacked my lips for dramatic effect. “Notes of salted caramel.”

“Get lost.” He tapped my leg. “Here I am, needing to get laid, and you’re analyzing my precum like it’s fine wine.”

“Fine it is,” I said, “but it ain’t wine.”

We laughed, and his eyes snagged mine. My heart stuttered, then took off in a sprint. “Nate?”

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