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I smile, satisfied. "Thank you. Now get down on your knees and have a taste."
The smile on Col's face could power the entire NYC electricity grid, and he's on the floor, devouring my cock with his mouthin no time. He's not going slow, easing himself into it. No siree. He's treating my cock like he would an all-you-can-eat buffet, stuffing his face like he hasn't eaten in days…or in his case, a few hours.
Do I mind? Hell fucking no. Most guys approach my dick with a trepidation that is a total boner killer. I get that it's big—too big for most guys, and, yeah, that's a real thing—but, come on, it's not an inland taipan, the most venomous snake in Australia. It's not going to kill you.
Col's acting like he's not afraid of it at all. He's slurping, and swirling his tongue, and bobbing his mouth on it like my dick is his new BFF.
When he comes up for air, I lean down, hook my arms under his armpits, and lift him up. We start making out, the salty remnants of my pre-cum blending with his saliva-slicked lips, and it's fucking heaven.
I walk backwards, keeping him in step with me, until my calves meet the side of the bed.
"My turn," I murmur into his mouth. "I heard New York hot dogs are the best in the world."
"They are." Col smirks. "Don't be jealous."
With a smile on my lips, I turn us around so Col's closer to the bed. He sits down, legs spread-eagled. I start with a few nibbles on his earlobe, then kiss a trail down his neck, lick his smooth chest, rub my nose in his pubic hair, committing the manly scent to memory, and finally position myself on the carpet between his legs.
Running my palms against the insides of his thighs, I open my mouth and take him in. Col’s hot cock pulses in my mouth as I swallow all the way down to the base. His hands charge into my hair, his nails dragging against my scalp.
I pull back before deepthroating him again…over and over…until his hands slide lower and he gently pulls me off him.
"How was that?" I ask, looking up, licking my lips.
His face is flushed. "Fucking amazing."
"Yeah? Well, it's only the beginning. You got supplies?"
"I do."
He scooches up the bed and reaches behind the lamp on the bedside table. He throws me the box of condoms.
"Uh, this is unopened."
"Deepthroat skills, ten out of ten. Also rates highly across visual observation and stating the blatantly obvious," he says in a faux-scholarly tone.
"Shut up. I mean…"
What do I mean?… He's presenting me with an unopened box of condoms. The price tag on them is American, so he bought them back home. He's been in Australia for six weeks…
"You haven't been with anyone while you were here because…the guy you met on your first night set the bar impossibly high and you haven't been able to get him out of your head?" I flash him my prettiest smile. "Care to rate my analytical skills now?"
He laughs and tousles my hair. "So I've figured out that basically half the stuff that comes out of your mouth is shit."
"That's a good skill to acquire early with me."
"Only problem is, I can't tell which half is shit-talk and which half is real."
I lean back on my haunches, my cock still erect, angled at a forty-five-degree angle. "In that case, let me make it clear that what I'm about to say is one hundred percent real, no fake bullshit."
His eyes darken. "Okay."
"I've thought about you every day since we said goodbye. That's never happened to me before. You've…affected me."
He smiles, giving a small nod. "Yeah. You've affected me, too."
Col's eyes travel south. My cock, as if sensing he's the object of his attention, throbs. "I think I spoke for both of us…" I gesture at my dick. "That we would love the opportunity to affect you…from the inside."
Col kicks his legs into the air, hanging on to his feet, exposing his beautiful pink hole to me. "Well, I speak for both of us…" He winks at me with his arsehole.
