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My hand slides down to the base to cup his balls, making room for my mouth to go as far as it can.
I think Jimmy’s still holding his breath. He needs to relax.
I let go of his balls and slide my hand up and down the side of his body, rubbing him with a soothing motion.
As if my arm is a lifeline thrown out and Jimmy is lost at sea, he reaches down at once and firmly clasps my arm with his hand, squeezing it appreciatively.
I don’t even realize I’ve started jerking myself with my other hand, unable to contain my horniness any longer.
He’s worked me up faster than anyone I have ever known, and my poor dick can only contain so much fucking pressure.
Apparently so can Jimmy’s.
I feel the throb and flex of a dick that’s already so close, I may twist my mouth a certain way at its head and send it shooting. So I slow down my pace and let my free hand graze across his chest. My fingers catch at one of his nipples, causing Jimmy to breathe out with a pleasured gasp.
I bring that finger right back to his sensitive nipple. Like some kind of automatic response, Jimmy moans when my fingers touch it. I’m learning so much about you, Jimmy Strong. The evil guys they are, my fingertips gently pinch and play with his nipple, making him thrust his crotch up at my face all the more, gagging me with his cock when he goes too far.
Jerking mindlessly as I am, I get too close twice in a row, and have to slow down to bring myself back. I have never ridden the edge and been so turned on for this long, nor in this manner. It’s always another person pleasuring me that gets me this close.
Maybe I’ve always been with the wrong kind of men.
Maybe no one’s touched me the way Jimmy touches me.
Maybe no one’s let me in the way Jimmy has let me in.
“I’m gonna come,” Jimmy announces. “Oh, God …”
Jimmy clenches his legs closed around my body, scissoring me in a vise-tight grip with his crazy-powerful dancer thighs as I continue to swallow down his dick, sucking it to the end.
The trap I suddenly find myself in makes my own edging all the more erotic somehow, being held prisoner in Jimmy’s long, lithe dancer legs while sucking his slippery manhood and jerking my own toward the precipice.
“B-Bobby …” he moans—my last warning.
And then he shoots into my mouth.
I take it all in, every shot that fires from his pulsating dick.
And as a direct reaction to his busting, I follow immediately afterward, shooting my load all over the side of his bed. I moan with my mouth still wrapped around his cock, grunting with deep relief as I empty myself just as plentifully as Jimmy just emptied in my mouth.
I swallow as I gently bring my mouth off his dick, then slowly lick the end, as if to clean off every last drop.
His legs relax, total bliss washing over his body.
I collapse right there, my hand still gripping my dick, now wet and sticky, my come turning cool on the tops of my fingers. I lay my head on his upper thigh as I slowly collect my breath. Jimmy, somewhere far above me, breathes deeply as he catches his own.
“Wow …” he says finally, part breath, part word.
I smile against his thigh. I reach up and give his wet dick two gentle little strokes, which makes poor Jimmy buck his hips due to the sensitivity.
His reaction makes me smile more.
I give him three more slow strokes, making his legs squirm beneath me, but he’s too spent to fight me off, so he just has to take it.
I lift my head and look up the rippling, leanly-muscled valley of his body at his face. He’s staring up at the ceiling, looking as if he sees faraway galaxies.
Maybe he does.
“You alright up there?”
“Bobby, wow …”
“Yeah?”
“I didn’t …” He shakes his head. “… expect you to …”
“To what?”
I watch his lips curl. “Swallow.”
I smile, then glance down my own body. “Well, I, um …”
“Yeah?”
“I … might’ve … made a big ol’ mess on your bed. Sorry, but I think I just made us some laundry.”
Jimmy lets out a deep-throated chuckle that shakes the whole mattress. “Well, we’d better change the sheets, then, huh?”
The next moment, we’re off the bed like we do this every day. Still floating in the euphoria of it all, we wash up in the bathroom next-door to his room—Jimmy taking a washcloth to his thighs, stomach, and now-deflated dick, while I carefully wash my hands in the sink—then proceed to change his bed together.
He gives me these funny, adoring looks over the bed as we change his sheets.
I shoot them right back, feeling content.
