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Just call me the king of justification.
I waste no time unbuckling his belt. He gives me a hand by lifting his hips so I can pull his pants and boxers below his ass to free his cock. Beautiful is the only word that comes to mind as I take his velvety length in my hand. His spongy head is already weeping, so I dip down and lick up the slit. Salty tang bursts on my tongue, creating a hunger that turns me ravenous.
I hum as I take him down my throat. It’s been a while since I’ve done oral on a guy. Usually, there’s no time for things like this since the men I sleep with are hiding their extracurricular activities from friends and family. The time that makes up lunch breaks or oil changes doesn’t leave time for intimacy. Not that I’d want that with them anyway. It should be alarming that I want it with Jenson, of all people, but his dick sliding along my tongue feels too good to worry about right now.
It’s a problem for later. After I make him come.
I take his clean-shaven balls into my hand and roll them before giving a gentle tug. Jenson groans, and a quick glance reveals a blissed-out look on his marred face. His lips part and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. I’m glad he’s as affected as I am.
I suck and slurp, making obscene sounds that only turn me on more. Shifting my weight to make more room for my growing erection, I double my efforts, adding a little more suction and moving a little faster, swirling my tongue over his tip with each pass.
“Oh, fuck,” he curses as his hips jut up. “I’m coming.”
He didn’t need to tell me; I felt the first pulse of his orgasm followed by a burst of even more pre-cum. I release his balls and snake a hand under his dress shirt and up to his smooth, rippled abs. Fuck, his body is perfect. Strong enough to handle a man like me but leaner so I still feel like I’m in control—probably a trauma response to all the bullying I suffered, but that’s another problem for later.
The second the first spurt of jizz lands on my tongue, I slow down and draw long and hard on his cock, milking every drop I can from him. He tastes so good that I’m disappointed it’s almost over. Especially knowing this’ll be my last taste.
“Oh god, yes. Keep doing that.” His hand lands on the back of my head, urging me on. It’s not necessary. I’ll do this all damn day if he’ll let me.
His cock twitches once, twice, three times before Jenson releases an audible exhale and slumps back into the chair. With his cock softening in my palm, I release him with a pop and give his tip one final lick.
“Fuck me.” His eyes remain closed as he pulls his pants up and tucks himself back in. “I needed that.”
“Been a while?” I ask.
“Longer than I care to admit.” His guard is down after the orgasm. I like him better this way.
A knock sounds at my door, and I stand to answer it.
“Should I hide or something? Does your club know you’re. . .?”
I huff. “Of course they know. If you remember correctly, I’ve been out of the closet since kindergarten.”
“It wasn’t a stupid question. I wouldn’t think a motorcycle club would be a very accepting place.”
“Yeah, well, they are.” I open the door. “Hey, Sugar.”
6
JENSON
I remember him saying everyone around here calls his mom Sugar for some reason, which means the person on the other side of the door is his mom. Jesus Christ. Quickly, I stand and straighten myself up.
“I brought you some egg cups for the week, so you have no reason to skip out on breakfast,” the woman says.
“Thanks.” He stands to the side, and she walks in.
She’s exactly as I remember, though many years older. She still has red lips, eyes lined in black, and dark hair teased into a poofy ponytail. I can’t deny she’s a pretty woman. Even at her age, she has beautiful features and a shape that even a gay man can be impressed with.
“Oh,” she says, startled. “Didn’t realize you had company.”
“You remember Jenson Poole.”
“I do.” Her eyes soften, and she gazes at me almost wistfully. “You look just like your father did at your age.”
What the hell is that about? I never met this woman, only saw her in passing.
“How do you know my dad?”
