Page 59 of The Chemist

“Guess it’s just you and me now,” Zero noted, glancing over at his flatmate.

“I’m grabbing another beer,” Diesel grumbled, attempting to get up from his seat. It appeared that grumpy Diesel had returned to the party.

“Grab me one as well?” Zero asked, watching Diesel slowly get up. “You sure that’s a good idea?” He knew that Diesel could drink his weight in booze, but he kind of liked it when Diesel was sober enough to have a decent chat with.

“I’m not even close to being drunk,” Diesel exclaimed, twirling around in a dramatic display of sarcasm andfuck you.

Thegods of justicethought differently.

Diesel stumbled and fell to his knees, dropping right between Zero’s sprawled-out legs. His hands landed right on the chunk of Zero’s thighs, just hard enough to cause him to lurch forward in his chair.

Zero tried not to laugh as he locked eyes with Diesel. “You were saying?”

Staring up at him, with flecks of orange ambers reflected in his eyes, the one-night stand that wouldn’t end stared sinfully into Zero’s questioning eyes.

There was something in those eyes gazing back at him.

Was it passion? Desire?

A need to devour his prey?

Locked in his gaze, Zero found himself being drawn more and more into them. It was like a peacefulness had fallen over him. He didn’t feel nervous or afraid. Or have the desire tothroat-punch the jerk for being an idiot. Just a calming desire to give in to him.

Time seemed to stand still as the air around them grew thick.

Eyes never leaving his, Diesel’s left hand slid under Zero’s shorts and made its way across his hairy thigh.

What was happening?

Still locked in a game of visual foreplay, Zero held his breath as Diesel’s hand wrapped itself around his rapidly thickening dick.

Fuck, he was so damn horny.

“What… are…” That was all that Zero was able to get out before Diesel pulled his cock out from the side of his shorts and leaned in toward his thigh.

Zero’s eyes rolled back as warm wetness dragged itself against the underside of his balls.

Fuck. He loved having his balls licked.

So many people forget the importance of giving a guy’s balls attention. But, fuck, Diesel wasn’t forgetting a thing!

Using one hand to stroke Zero’s cock, Diesel used the other to play with his balls as he licked them in circular motions.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Zero whispered, finally giving in to the pleasure shooting up through his balls.

Through hooded lids, Zero gazed down at the tattooed stoner. He couldn’t believe how fucking hot Diesel looked while sucking on his balls.

“Right there. Jesus. Fuck, you’re a good boy,” Zero found himself gasping. Apparently, Diesel’s mouth on his balls had him whimpering all sorts of affectionate compliments.

Appearing to take no notice of Zero’s words, Diesel slid his tongue across his shaft until he reached the tip of his mushroom head. He lapped his tongue around the top twice before diving down and inhaling the whole eight inches in one fell swoop.

A desperate moan escaped his lips. Having a man swallow his cock like that was both alarming and impressive.

“Damn, boy,” Zero whimpered. Before he could say anything else, Diesel began sucking his dick like it was going out of style.

Up and down, fast and slow. Diesel swallowed his cock like his life depended on it.

“Holy. Fuck.” Zero groaned, lost in the pleasure that was Diesel’s mouth. “Jesus. Christ,” he gasped out, legs shaking as his cock and balls quivered under the hungry dancer’s lips.

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