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Mike was staring at James’ privates hanging over his face, wondering if James wanted him to resume blowing him.

“Suck me at the same time,” James ordered, as if answering the unasked question.

Mike didn’t know where the controlling James came from, but he liked it. “I want to try taking in as much of you as I can.”

James spoke a bit more softly. “Be careful. Remember what I told you—I’m not expecting you to be a porn star. Do what you like and what makes you comfortable. Use your hand to stroke what you can’t manage.”

Mike didn’t have to hear more instructions. He grabbed James’ hips and lowered the throbbing tool until it was seated past his lips. Mike resumed the pleasurable sucking he had started earlier, only this time, James was also sucking Mike and using his fingers to breach Mike’s hole. Mike had never felt ecstasy in so many places of his body, especially when James started finger-fucking his ass. Mike pulled off James just for a moment so he could exhale and mumble, “Yes, keep doing that, please.” He sucked James’ manhood back into his mouth, starting to let some of it slide into his throat. The gagging he experienced was unpleasant, and he remembered James’ warning. He moderated how much he took in and he massaged the rest of James’ tool with his now slick hand.

James pulled off for a second so he could handle and look at Mike’s wet hardness. “Your cock is beautiful, Mike. Tastes so fucking good.” He went back to sucking it, taking him to the root. James took long, deep swallows of Mike, picking up the speed of poking Mike’s prostate with his finger. Within seconds, Mike began shooting his cum down James’ throat.

Mike had pulled off James as he was ejaculating, unable to keep from gasping and crying out. “James! Oh God!” Once he felt himself cresting, he took James’ dick back into his mouth, reaching up to James’ ass with his other hand and inserting one of his fingers into his lover’s now sweaty hole. The sensation caused James to drop Mike’s softening prick from his lips. James bucked back and cried out. Mike slid his finger in and out of James’ opening as he continued applying pressure to James’ manhood with his hand and lips. After a moment, for the first time in his life, Mike experienced a man coming in his mouth. He was afraid he’d gag, but realized it was as easy as swallowing any other liquid. Mike loved the warmth of it, ecstatic to have this beautiful man share with him such an intimate part of himself.

Once Mike’s sucking was making James’ softening dick too sensitive, James pulled himself away and repositioned himself so he could lie down, face-to-face with his companion.

James reached over to stroke Mike’s hair, watching him pant. “Are you okay?”

Mike smiled. “Holy shit, yes!”

James began to laugh. “Okay. No first-time regrets for this one.”

Mike turned to look at James, his smile fading into an expression of affection. “Who could regret something so wonderful with the most handsome man in the world?” He wrapped his arms around James, noticing he tensed for only a moment before surrendering to the embrace.

Chapter Twelve

“What’s your family like?” James asked, snuggling up to Mike’s body.

Mike continued stroking James’ glossy hair as he spoke. “They’re cool. My mom worked in a school cafeteria and my dad was a construction worker. We grew up outside of Pittsburgh. My uncle was a well-to-do banker. I think I mentioned he was the one who paid for my schooling. He’s a great guy. Gay. My folks always knew it. It didn’t matter to them. They appreciated how much he helped me. I think their love for him helped pave the way for their acceptance of my announcement.”

“Did you go to college?” James wondered.

Mike smirked. “I thought you were one of my biggest fans. How do you not know that?” James shrugged. “I went for a couple of years on an athletic scholarship. I quit when I got an offer to join the Colorado Rockies farm league. From there, I got noticed and drafted by the Yankees. Played with them my whole career.”

“Did you like it?”

Mike pondered for a second. “Yes, for the most part. I loved playing baseball. Staying in the closet was a bummer. The traveling got tiring, and some of the teammates were asses. There were unspoken rules like not ratting out a teammate you knew was finding ways to juice, even though it would piss me off that they had an unfair advantage and were cheating the system.”

“My father would have applauded them,” James muttered. “He always used to say, it doesn’t matter how you win, as long as you do. Nobody remembers the good sportsmen or the people who play by the rules. They only remember who was successful.”

“You think that’s true?” Mike worried.

“Unfortunately,” James answered. “I don’t think it’s fair. It’s not the philosophy I apply to my own life. But yes, I think it’s true.”

“It’s a fucked-up world, isn’t it?”

James sighed. “It’s almost hard to blame my father. People prove him right all the time. His colleagues and voting base claim they care about morality and fairness, but they reward the exact opposite.”

Mike kissed James’ head. “Well, I admire your principles.”

“My father is involved in baseball too, you know,” James informed him.

Mike’s eyes widened with surprise. “How so?”

“He’s part owner of the expansion team, the Cherry Hill Marksmen.”

Mike whistled. “No shit. I’m not that familiar with who owns the teams—except the Yankees, of course. Well, the Red Sox and the Chicago Cubs, too. I don’t know, I guess that never mattered to me.”

“He wants sole ownership, but he only owns forty percent. Typical of my father, he’s tried underhanded ways to wrestle the sixty percent owned by his partner, Stan Lyons,” James continued.