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“They never are,” he replies and then stands up and shucks the shorts off so fast I get whiplash. And there he is, bent over again, his bare ass in my face.
Hell, it’s so fuckingnice. My ass does not look that good. It’s probably hairy and a little unkempt. I’ll need to take a look at it in the mirror when I get back to my place, really check out my asshole. But his isn’t bad at all. It looks like he waxes. Does he do that himself? Or is there somewhere on this rich-ass island where dudes go to get their privates stripped bare?
“Go on. Explore a little. There’s no shame in trying something new,” he says, his ass flexing before me.
I reach out, tracing the curve of him with my finger. His skin positively burns.
What the hell am I doing? What the fuck is going on? But I can’t stop. I’m just riveted.
“Spread ’em. Look at my hole,” he says, almost like he’s proud of it. Maybe he waxes that too?
But I amnotdoing that. I’m not going to look. I mean, honestly, who fucking does that? But my fingers still spread him wide open as I stare at it.
It’s pink and clenches the longer I gaze at it. I bite down on my bottom lip. Hard.
Oh fuck. I’m hard.
My hands slip from him, and I settle them on my thighs. I’m trembling slightly, needingsomething.
Holden turns around, his hard cock jutting up from his groin. Oh my god, he’s long and thick. Bigger than me. No wonder those shorts looked tight on him. He had a lot to pack in there.
His eyes snap to my tented shorts and he licks his lips.
“Your cock just as big as the rest of you?” he asks as he sinks between my legs, andI cannot breathe.I cannot even think as he works my shorts open, pulling the zipper down. He’s not even asking, just telling me silently that this is how it’s going to be. I should slap his hand away and tell him to stop, but I only arch my hips a little, making it easier for him to tug my shorts down. I am completely subservient to him.
“Oh, sweet Chase, I am going to so fucking eat you,” he mutters as he reaches in and pulls my cock out. The feel of his fingers wrapped around me makes my entire body zing with pleasure.
And then there it is, all hard and angry because it’s been a while since I’ve jacked off. I haven’t been in the right mindset for the past few days, so it’s been neglected. But now, it’s feeling desperate and needy. That has to be the reason I’m even doing this.
“Not too big. Totally doable,” he observes as his hand encircles my cock, squeezing it gently, testing it out.
And then he leans forward and engulfs it in his mouth.
A shocked moan escapes me. It’s desperate and loud. Kind of embarrassing, to be honest. I sound like a whore. My grandfather would turn in his grave if he could hear me…if he could see me.
But Holden doesn’t seem to mind. He just hums around me, taking more and more of me, more than I thought was possible. Oh my god, I’m in the back of his throat. His hands settle on my thighs, rubbing up and down. His head bobs on my cock, saliva running down my length to my balls.
Oh my fuck, this feels incredible. How is this happening to me right now? Why am I letting this happen?
“I’m not gay,” I groan, and Holden’s eyes meet mine, a twinkle in those blue depths. Like he knows I’m full of shit. Because what totally straight guy allows his dick to be sucked by another man?
None that I know of.
He doesn’t pull off to tell me that I’m full of shit, though. No, he just sucks harder and pulls another moan from my mouth as he works me toward the edge. I can see his lips stretched thin, drool pooling at the corners. It’s sloppy and wet and fuck, it feels so damn good.
It’s never been this fucking good.
Without warning, I feel my balls draw up, and I shoot into his mouth. He chokes a little, his hands tightening on my thighs but swallows me down despite it all.
Meanwhile, I just tremble and jerk and moan like a slut until my orgasm finally subsides.
And then Holden pulls off and sits back on his heels, licking his lips. His mouth is swollen now, his cheeks flushed red. He swipes at his eyes and then his mouth, wiping up the mess I made.
“Warn a guy next time,” he teases, patting my leg. “Although, listening to you scream was worth it.”
“I didn’t scream,” I murmur and then blush deeply. Because maybe I did. Blacked out there for a moment, so maybe I did.
Oh my god.
