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So intense, in fact, that his feet slide out from under him, legs splaying wide in an impromptu split. I have to wrap an arm around his waist to keep him upright as his cock explodes—a super soaker of epic proportions.

Splat. Splat. Splat.Ropes of semen splatter the shower wall, reminding me of a Jackson Pollock painting.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” My eyes widen at the sight, shocked as shit that he has that much in the tank.No wonder he has big balls,I fleetingly think to myself.

“H-H-Harri…” His hole clenches rhythmically around me in time with his strangled words, squeezing my shaft in a velvet vice grip.

“What?” I ask, not letting up on the pressure. “What are you trying to tell me, baby?”

Daniel’s thick hand falls from his cock, his body becoming a rag doll for me to have my wicked way with. “D-don’t…stop.”

“I don’t intend to.”

With a speed that surprises me, I jackhammer my cock inside his ass, causing Daniel to scream louder than an opera singer cansing. I hear the bathroom mirror crack, but can’t find it in me to stop. My orgasm is fast approaching.

Without warning, I unleash a torrent of semen into the condom, causing it to balloon inside Daniel’s amazingly tight and wonderfully warm ass.

A case of the shudders takes over us, and I gently lay us down in the tub, so that we don’t end up falling and cracking our heads open.

“Harrison,” Daniel mumbles, still somewhat dazed, his eyelids fluttering. “You are…”

“Fucking amazing,” I finish for him with a grin. “And who knew you were such a needy bottom, Hollingsworth?”

Daniel laughs breathlessly and pats my thigh. “Only for you, Price.”

Chapter 35

The Three of Us

Harrison

The glowof New York greets me as I step out of the cab in front of Sardi’s. Charlie takes my hand as Daniel drapes an arm around my shoulders. Together, we make our way inside to a feast for the senses.

Warm lighting casts a golden glow over the rich mahogany paneling, the burgundy leather banquettes, and the crisp white tablecloths. The walls are adorned with hundreds of caricatures of legendary performers. The air is filled with the clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversation, and the faint strains of jazz music.

As the maître d’ leads us to our table, I’m filled with a sense of awe. This is a place where the greats of Broadway have gathered for generations. And here I am, a graffiti artist from Brooklyn, sharing that magic with the two men of my dreams.

We settle into our seats, and I peruse the menu until our server comes by to take our drink orders. Charlie and Daniel wind up deep in conversation, discussing the show we just saw—& Juliet,a modern retelling of Shakespeare’s classic tale with a pop music twist.

“I must admit, I was extremely skeptical. You know I’m not a big fan of musicals, but this one was awesome,” Daniel says with agrin that has been on his face since “Larger than Life” started playing.

“I knew you’d come around eventually,” I nudge his foot under the table. “There’s something about the magic of live theater that has a way of getting under your skin.”

Daniel nods. “I guess I can’t argue with that. But don’t expect me to be belting out show tunes anytime soon.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Charlie muses. “I think you’d make a pretty good Jack Kelly.”

He sings the first few bars of “Santa Fe”—horribly, might I add—and we break out into laughter. We draw curious glances from the nearby diners, but I don’t care. Nothing can ruin such an amazing night.

After the server comes back with our drinks and takes our orders—a filet mignon for Charlie, roasted duck for Daniel, and seared scallops for me—a group of guys walks past our table. One of them does a double-take and grabs the arm of his friend.

“Holy shit! Are you guys Daniel Hollingsworth and Charlie McManus?” The awe in his voice is almost comical.

Charlie grins, looking genuinely pleased. “That we are, man. Are you Green Wolves fans?”

“Hell yeah!” The guy beams. “We go to Ashford! We’rehugefans!”

“Do you think we could get your autographs?” his friend asks, holding out a napkin and a pen. His eyes are wide with admiration.

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