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“To be honest, no.”Mason could feel the goofy smile on his own face.“I don’t know if there’d ever be enough.”
“I’m very glad that you enjoyed yourself.”Francis stopped just in front of Mason.
“Oh, I did.”Mason wagged his eyebrows.
“Really?”Francis had a devilish look on his face.
“Yep.Really.”
Francis stepped into Mason and stopped.Mason shuddered, gasped for breath and then ejaculated all over the floor.
“Look.You made a mess on the floor,” Francis said laughing after having stepped back.
Mason was gripping the door frame, his breathing labored.“I don’t know how you do that, but I’m glad you can.”
Francis grinned and swiveled his hips causing his own erection to swing from side to side.
“You are a big ol’ cock tease.”Mason watched the big phallus swinging.
“I am not,” Francis stated emphatically.
“You –”
Before Mason could finish the sentence, Francis stepped into him again, with the same result, only it taking a little longer.
“Whoa.Not so close together.”Mason reached for his testicles, holding them.“Damn, they’re a little sore from so much use.”
Francis tilted his head back and laughed.A moment later he said, “I can remember that feeling once when I overly abused myself.”
“Abused?”
“That is how it was referred to in my time.”Francis looked at the floor again.“Quite the mess you have made, Mason.”
“Well, hell’s bells.Today we just call it jerking off.”Mason scrunched up his face.“I’ll get a towel and clean it up.Last thing I need is to step in it and track it all over the house.”
“Good idea.What was it that you called it last night?Jizz?”Francis chuckled, following Mason into the kitchen.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“Strange word.”
Mason dampened a dishtowel.“I have no idea where that one came from.”
After Mason was done cleaning up the floor, he sat down with a cup of coffee.The morning news was on, and of course, most of it was about the Olympics that would be starting the following evening with the opening ceremonies.
“I am most looking forward to seeing this event,” Francis said.
“Yeah, I am too.I heard that the opening was something really special.”
“Mason, there is someone at the door.”
“You heard a knock?”Mason asked getting up.
“I heard footsteps.”
There was a pounding on the door.“Who on earth could that be?”Mason asked as he went to get some pants on, seeing as he was still naked.“Be right there,” he yelled.
As quickly as he could, he stumbled towards the stairs, pulling on a pair of jean shorts.“I’m coming.”
