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“Naked, Xander. I want usnaked.”

Their breathlessness cooled as they both rolled on their backs and

kicked off their sleep shorts. When Xander"s boxers were off, Chris

helped him to pull his shirt off, and their heads hit the pillows side by

side as they lay naked next to each other. Chris turned and grinned, and

then passing up all of the preliminaries, reached for Xander"s groin,

where his cock was still hard and stretched out in the nest of black hair.

Without a hello or how-are-you, Chris wrapped his hand around

Xander"s hard flesh and squeezed. Xander"s head thumped back against

the pillows, and he saw stars.

“Waaahhh… God!”

“Good, huh?”

Chris could pick up a basketball using just the hard pressure of his

fingertips, and his hands were not that big. He squeezed firmly, and

stroked from the base of Xander"s cock to the tip, then rubbed softly over

the end. Xander groaned again, and Chris was shifting, moving, and

suddenly, oh God… his head was there, over Xander"s groin, and the

head of Xander"s prick was in his mouth.

Xander shoved the palm of his hand in his own mouth to keep from

making too much noise. His other hand knotted in Christian"s hair, not to

control, but just to ground them, to keep himself on planet Earth, with

Chris, before he rocketed himself off into the stratosphere.

Chris was shameless. He squeezed with his hand and sucked with

his mouth, swirled with his tongue and hummed in his throat, and

Xander was all the things he ever feared: helpless before him.

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It didn"t matter. He couldn"t have run away if Chris suddenly let go

of him and ran off to take a leak. Chris didn"t, though. His ass was

pumping against the bed as he sucked Xander off, and Xander reached

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