Page 60 of The Chemist

Zero gripped the arms of his chair and held on for dear life. He’d never had a guy suck his dick quite this good. At this rate, he was going to bust his load any second.

Throwing his head back, Zero let the pleasure in his balls take him. There was no stopping it now.

“I… I’m—” Then it happened. His balls tightened, his lower back tingled, and he shot the biggest load he’d ever had.

Refusing to let up, Diesel continued his assault on Zero’s cock, swallowing every last drop of cum until Zero’s balls were empty and his body stopped shaking.

Panting, Zero stared up at the evening stars and wondered what the fuck had just happened? He didn’t just receive a blow job from some horny stoner dude, he experienced a ball drainage from thegod of blow jobs!

Getting up from his knees and sporting the biggest woody Zero had ever seen, Diesel dropped down in the chair next to him.

“You’re welcome,” the cocky bastard said, leaning over and grabbing another beer. “It’s not every day that I swallow.”

“With skills like that, it’s a crime against humanity if you don’t.” Zero panted, still trying to catch his breath and regain feeling in his dick.

Diesel chuckled.

“Don’t get used to it. I don’t do repeats.”

Turning his head, he stared at Diesel. “We’ll see about that.”

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DIESEL

Aslight breeze passed, causing Diesel’s body to shiver. He was both cold and hot. His nose and chest were cool, and so were his forearms, yet his back and ass were warm, and so were the back of his thighs.

What the?

Then he felt it. Thick and firm, pressed right up against his ass.

His eyes shot open when he realized what was happening.

Firm muscular arms tightened their grip around his waist.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweet cheeks?” the last voice he ever expected to hear whispered into his ear.

Body stiff, he lay there for a moment, trying really hard to remember the last six to ten hours. Even four.

Did he? Did they? What was he…?

Shifting behind him, he felt the man’s manhood press up against his butt, inching ever so closely to that well-protected hole of his.

Well protected?He could hear his inner voice laughing its ass off.That thing has seen more dick than a two-dollar whore on New Year’s Eve.

Shut up.Was it his fault that guys liked a well-hung dude, covered in tattoos, with a bad-boy attitude?

Diesel turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder at the man currently holding him atdick point.

“I was trying to get away from you and your heavenly morning breath.” That was a lie, but Diesel didn’t know what else to say. In actuality, Zero smelled pretty good for first thing in the morning.

He felt Zero’s body shake as the man let out a chuckle.

“If anyone’s got morning breath, it’s probably you. I can basically smell the cock breath from all the way over here.”

Now it was Diesel’s turn to chuckle. Memories of last night came flooding back. Slobbering on Zero’s dick, sucking it nice and deep until finally swallowing down his delicious, glorious load.Fuck, the man tasted good.

Glancing down toward his ass, he didn’t feel hopeful when he noticed that his shorts were down around his thighs.

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