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“I’ll read it to you,” I said jokingly.

“Out loud?”

“Why not? Afraid it’ll turn you on?”

He blushed, making me wonder how red his face would get when the hot cowboy friends got down to business. But a grin wiped away the reddish flush as he clapped his hands together. “Let’s see who gets turned on first.”

“Really?”

“Go ahead.” He planted his ass on the couch and sneered at me, ready to see if I would go through with it.

“I'm going to give you the performance of your life.” As if we were in a theater with him as my only audience member, I positioned myself in front of him. I certainly would not chicken out. I opened the book and flipped to the first chapter. “One. Damian.” I cleared my throat. “When you live in midwestern Texas, you learn two things. How to survive the scorching hot days and how not to get distracted by your scorching hot coworker.” A mocking laugh escaped my mouth and made me pause.

Jack’s ears wiggled as he hung on my lips. “Have you had enough already?”

“No. I was just surprised they didn’t wait a second,” I commented, turning my eyes back to the page and continuing to read. “The problem with my colleague Chance, though, was that he took his shirt off whenever he got the chance like he wanted to make his name proud.”

Paws clattering on the floor made me pause again. Maggie was shuffling toward the kitchen as if she had decided that wherever this story was going, it should stay between Jack and me.

He leaned back and spread his legs wide, the outline of his dick now visible through the gray sweatpants.

I stared at it for a moment. “Is that getting you hot?”

He leered at me with a smug smile. “We’ll see.”

Shaking my head, I continued reading. The story only needed three more paragraphs before the main character, Damian, was already fantasizing about what he wanted to do with his flamboyant pal, Chance. To my surprise, Jack didn’t blush, but he couldn’t take his eyes off me. I concentrated on the page until Jack’s right hand disappeared into his pants. I gave him a mischievous look, but he just nodded at me to keep reading.

I had to admit that I was unexpectedly turned on by this. My eyes wandered between Jack kneading his dick and the book, and the longer I read, the more aroused I became.

After another page of Damian fantasizing about Chance and masturbating in the stables, the very man who had lit that fire within him caught him.

“Who could have guessed?” I commented, not that I minded, because it was exactly what I wanted to happen.

Jack sat up, licked his lips, and reached for my bulge. He pressed his palm into it, making my legs flail as his touch was always enticing. “Keep reading,” he ordered as he kneaded my dick through the fabric.

I gasped but followed his lead. I read to him how Chance had been wary when he saw what Damian was doing but then had a change of heart and told Damian to finish the job so he wouldn’t get distracted when they went out to bring in the cows.

As my words filled the room, Jack released my dick and wrapped his lips around it. His tongue engulfed me, but when I stopped reading to watch the show, he stopped sucking me, his eyes twinkling at me to let me know he would only continue if I did.

I opened my mouth, and as the first word of the next sentence came out, Jack’s mouth was moving down my shaft again.

Chance was not shy about offering Damian some help and did not even wait for an answer before he got down on his knees in front of him.

What had been written by someone publishing under a probably fake name was now happening live in our living room. Jack copied everything Chance did. When I read to him about Chance licking up Damian’s shaft, Jack did the same to me. When Chance swirled his tongue around Damian’s glans, Jack’s tongue followed suit. He sucked on my balls a second after Iread about it, and he pressed his thumb against my perineum, making my legs shake just like in the book. The only problem was that when Damian unexpectedly sprayed his load all over Chance’s face, I wasn’t even close to doing the same. I was aroused, hard, and not too far away, yes, but it would be at least another minute or two before I could come.

Jack wrapped his index finger and thumb around my shaft, now jerking me off as he slid my dick in and out of his mouth. I groaned and looked past the pages, searching for Jack's face. He fixed his eyes on me, but this time, he kept going, making it clear that it would be okay if I stopped reading now as long as I gave him the same ending as in the book.

The sight of Jack working my cock while still fully clothed was to my taste. His hard dick was pressing against the inside of his sweatpants, but he ignored it, having more fun taking care of me instead.

He jerked me faster, tilting his head back as he opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. The tip of it brushed against my glans with every other stroke, making me want to give him what he had worked so hard for. I couldn’t believe he was about to do that. Every time we had fucked, he had been the one on top, but to take control like this while changing positions was...breathtaking.My shoulders slumped forward, and even though my knees were getting weak, I managed to keep myself upright. I put the book on the coffee table and stabilized myself by placing my hands on his shoulders.

I panted, getting closer and closer until the first drop leaked out of me. He pulled my foreskin back as far as he could without hurting me and pressed his thumb against my perineum. My load shot all over his face and hair. Three thick ropes painted him white, and the more cum dripped onto him, the wider he opened his mouth.

A smile spread across his cum-soaked face.

He wrapped his lips around me again and sucked me in one last time. My knees buckled so badly that I leaned forward to hold on until he let me go, grinning like he got his wish.

“We did a live-action adaptation,” I said.

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