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“Talk about a mouthful.”
Sol grabbed his cock and held the shaft upright against his belly. “Lick my balls. Drag your tongue over them.” He took Butch’s hand and brought it to his torso. “Touch me while you suck me.”
Butch licked Sol’s balls, the skin wrinkling against his tongue, that scent almost overpowering. He buried his nose in the crease between thigh and groin, Sol’s stomach so firm under his fingertips, the skin satiny and warm.
“Take one in your mouth,” Sol demanded, the husky edge to his voice as hot as the act Butch performed.
Butch did as instructed, careful to shield his teeth as the orb filled his mouth, Sol’s moan of pleasure making him harder than ever. Sol worked his shaft, his breathing quickening, and Butch kissed his balls. Then Sol fed the head of his dick into Butch’s mouth.
“No hands, okay? Just rock back and forth.”
Butch complied, bobbing a little faster, only taking about half Sol’s length into his mouth, his palms on his thighs.
“Fuck, yeah. Look at me while you suck my cock.”
Butch raised his eyes and Sol locked gazes with him, hips pumping.
“Yes, just like that.” Sol cupped his head. “Take your dick out. I want you to come when I do.”
Butch fumbled with the button on his jeans, almost breaking the zipper when he yanked on it, but finally he freed his shaft, tugging on it as he sucked, letting loose tiny grunts and moans.
“Fuckingperfect,” Sol gasped, and suddenly both his hands were on Butch’s head, holding him still while he rocked into his mouth, never venturing too deep.
Butch’s first blowjob had somehow morphed into his first face fuck, and exhilaration surged through him to hear Sol’s words. He tugged faster on his dick, moaning around his mouthful of hard cock.
“Feels too good,” Sol groaned. He let go with one hand to grab his dick, pulling on it, and warmth spattered Butch’s cheeks, lips and chin. “Aw,fuck.” Cum dripped onto Butch’s chest, and Butch worked his cock faster, his own climax in sight. His body tingled, his knees ached, and he couldn’t get enough of the way Sol looked, the smell of him, the low moans that fell from his lips.
And then he too was coming, his dick pulsing onto the barn floor, electricity zinging through him from head to toe. Sol shoved his hands under Butch’s pits and hoisted him upright, their lips reconnecting in a fervent kiss.
“My cum tastes better from your lips,” he murmured before licking the skin clean and sliding his tongue into Butch’s mouth, his arms around him, holding him close, his cock warm and sticky against Butch’s skin.
Butch locked his arms around Sol’s neck, clinging to him, his legs trembling. He had no idea how long they stood like that, their bodies connected from chest to groin, so close that Butch could feel the thumping of Sol’s heart as they kissed, unhurried, lingering kisses that were the perfect ending.
The perfect way to say goodbye.
Butch glanced at his chest, the remnants of Sol’s cum still visible.
“Hang on.” Sol reached into his bag, pulled out the tee he’d worn on the way to Wibaux, and wiped it over Butch’s chest. Then he repeated the action with his spent dick before placing the garment in Butch’s hand.
“You keep this.”
Butch frowned. “But… it’s yours.”
“And now it’s yours.” He took hold of Butch’s wrist and raised it until the soiled tee was an inch from Butch’s nose. “Tell me what you can smell.”
Butch sniffed. “Spunk—and you.”
“And it’ll stay that way. You might want to wash it eventually. Before you ask, no, I don’t want it back. Keep it as a souvenir.” He smiled, then glanced down at Butch’s limp dick. “Can’t leave you like that,” he murmured before dropping to his knees. Butch gasped as he licked the sensitive head clean, then tucked the shaft into his jeans, zipped him up with obvious care, and fastened the button.
Sol grinned. “Well, that was one hell of a goodbye.”
Butch’s stomach churned. “Does it have to be? Walt’s right, you know. You could come back. San Francisco isn’tthatfar away, is it?” Not that he had a fucking clue.
All he knew right then was that Sol was about to walk out of that door.
“And like I told him, never say never.” Sol stroked his cheek with gentle fingers.
Something in his eyes told a different story, however.
