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“I’m not sure you could handle this. You said it was too big, right?”
“You said it would fit.”
“Do you think it will fit, Arch?”
I fell to my knees in front of him and swallowed him immediately as far as I could, making sure to keep my lips tight against him. He tasted like such a fucking jock. The musk of a man that made you weak in the knees just by being in your presence.
I drew back and slowly circled his large head with my tongue – swatting at his slit as I slowly stroked him. I sucked on the tip and pulled the foreskin as far as I could with my lips as I stretched it and then slowly chewed it before pressing my tongue inside his foreskin and swiping my tongue against his slit again.
His moans told me that he enjoyed it. He placed a hand against the back of my head, and I let him press his cock intome. I couldn’t stop myself. I glanced up and almost choked as I watched him. His head was thrown back, and his eyes were closed, but the view of his body was almost too much. My cock stopped softening and began to harden again at the beauty of this fucking god.
I opened my mouth and pressed my hand against his. He got the picture. He began to thrust into me, and as he did, I let my hands explore as far up his hard torso as I could. My fingers slid all over him as I felt the hard ridges of muscle.
He pumped into me, and I knew he was being careful, so I pushed myself further against him and gagged a little as he hit the back of my throat. Thrust by thrust, he quickened his speed as I let him fuck my mouth. I gave myself over, opening my throat as much as I could to take as much of him inside as possible. I needed this so badly that my body vibrated with desire.
Our aura was so red and vibrant in the night as I gave everything I could to him.
“I’m gonna…” I grabbed his ass and impaled myself on him. His cum, hot, salty, and tangy, poured into my mouth and down my throat. He slowly slid himself out and knelt down in front of me. “You are…”
I grasped him by the back of his head and kissed him. “I like the way you taste.”
We lay there in the grass as the moon continued to rise.
It was the most beautiful night I had ever seen, and I spent it in his arms.
13
Jack
“Dude, why are you smiling so much? You still got s fucking ghost in your house.”
“It is what it is. He’s not really that scary.” I kicked back in my comfy chair and chuckled at the thought of my smartass houseguest.
“You’re insane.” He rolled his eyes. “When there’s a ghost – you get out.”
“How was the conference?”
“Boring. I almost fell asleep giving my presentation. Why did I choose a job in finance?”
“Don’t forget that you’re also a slumlord. But I think it’s because you like boring?”
He sighed. “I guess I do. Why did I have to be good at math? And I am not a slumlord. You’d be lucky to live in one of my places.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah… You’ve always been smart. It was one of the reasons I instantly liked you. You were challenging and kind.”
“You liked me because I was doing shots at the bar and offered to buy you one. For five seconds, I thought we were gonna fuck. But after those five seconds, I knew that was not happening.”
“We were young.”
“And very dumb.”
“I think you should call Maurice.”
“I talk to Maurice. We fucked before I went to the conference.”
“I think you should talk to Maurice, not fuck him.”
“Actually, he fucked me, but we also talked.”
