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“Fuck, babe. I’m gonna come,” Jared huffed, feeling his balls tighten and knowing his orgasm was just about to follow.

Isaac whipped his arm across Jared’s body, holding him firm against his ass.

“Shoot that load inside me, stud. I want to feel your cum deep inside me.”

With those final words, Jared unleashed his seed deep inside the hottest place in the world—Isaac’s pale, white, skater-boy ass.

Once he’d finished coming, Jared didn’t pull out. Instead, he reached around and grabbed Isaac’s cock, and began jerking him off with his cock still inside Isaac.

He wanted Isaac to enjoy himself just as much as he did.

Cock still buried in the boy’s ass, he began kissing the nape of Isaac’s neck.Fuck! That goddamn snake!Okay, so now he wasmaking out with the tail end of a snake tattoo… but it was the romantic gesture that counted.

It was true what they said about “cum vision.” When a man’s balls are full, he only sees one thing… a gorgeous naked man in front of him. Not the freaky-ass snake tattooed along the side of his naked friend’s body.

Feeling Isaac’s body twitch with pleasure, he knew that Isaac was close.

“Oh, yeah. Fuck. I’m. Gonna—” and with that final word, Isaac painted the side of his bedsheet.

Jared held Isaac close against his body as the boy emptied his balls. It wasn’t until Isaac was completely still that Jared finally released his grip on the boy’s cock.

“I think we need a shower,” Jared said, glancing at the few droplets of cum that had managed to drizzle onto his hand.

“And a new pair of sheets,” Isaac added.

They both laughed.

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ISAAC

Matteo had arranged for them to take his private jet to Ireland, where Isaac’s uncle was currently rotting in prison. Isaac couldn’t help but smile every time he thought about his uncle locked away and having to sleep with one eye open every night. Given all the years that Isaac suffered after he ran off, he hoped his uncle was thinking about him every night while staring up at that concrete ceiling.

Yes, he knew that was petty, but so what, he was twenty-five years old. He didn’t need to be all rational and shit.

In addition to the private Jet, Matteo also ordered Malik, one of his security guys, to join them on their trip. The big man claimed that he felt more comfortable knowing that his boys had protection and someone who was trained in the art of making someone disappear. Jared found that insulting, considering the number of years he’d spent in the military. Matteo just smiled, then asked who would protect Jared if they got into a bit of trouble? Did Jared really trust his life in the hands of a blue-haired skater boy? Jared saw his point.

Finally catching on to what they were saying, Isaac told them both where they could stick it. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough,when Diesel got wind of Isaac and Jared’s little trip across the pond, he insisted that it was in the interest of his own health that he join their band of merry men on their little adventure.

After much back and forth and pointless speeches, Matteo eventually decided to give in to the little bastard and let Diesel join his friends on the trip. Diesel could be very persuasive if he wanted to. That, or stubborn. It depended on how much and for how long you wanted to argue something. Most people had better things to do with their lives, so they eventually gave in to the little fuckwad.

“Don’t forget, this is a covert mission, so there will be no partying and no shenanigans,” Matteo ordered, directing his command in Diesel’s direction.

“Who says ‘shenanigans,’ old man? Seriously, we got to get you out of this castle and out in the real world. When was the last time you went on a date or even hung out with guys who didn’t take off their clothes for a living?” Diesel asked with a smart-ass smirk on his face.

“With all the hidden passageways and trap doors in my castle, what makes you so sure that I never leave?” Matteo quipped, giving the man a smirk of his own.

Diesel stared at him for a moment, no doubt trying to think of some smart-ass comeback.

“Well, creeping around in dark tunnels is no better.”

And that’s how the conversation ended, and Diesel ended up coming along on their trip.

“Can I get you anything?” a cute Spanish flight attendant asked Diesel as he leaned over him to adjust the shade next to his window.

Diesel’s dark brown eyes followed the length of the Spaniard’s body as it stretched out before him.

Isaac watched Diesel lick his lower lip as he focused in on the perky little ass only inches from his face.

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