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We’re still kissing, our tongues dancing around one another at a frantic pace, and it seems that. with each second we keep doing it, the desire I feel right now grows and grows until I almost lose my fucking mind. I curl my fingers around his cock, feeling his thickness pulse steadily against me, and I start moving my hand up and down, stroking him over the fabric of his boxers. Thank God he’s almost naked right now - it’s going to save me some time.

“Fuck, Colt,” he tells me as we pull back from each other, his cock hardening so much you could use it to rip diamonds apart, “I never thought I’d be this hard for a guy.”

“Well, I’m not just any guy,” I tell him, grinning, and then place both my hands on his chest and push him until his ass is pressed against the kitchen counter. Taking one step toward him, I close the distance between us and press my body against his, taking my mouth to his neck and biting down on his skin. He groans, the sound of his deep voice making its way toward my brain and making me even crazier for his cock. Tangling my fingers on his hair, he then pushes my head back and I just look into his eyes, feeling all that coiled lust inside of me ready to spring free.

“You know why I couldn’t sleep?,” he says, placing one hand on my naked chest and sliding it down to my abs, feeling their ridges and deep carved lines with his fingertips. “I was thinking of this,” he continues, moving his hand over the hem of my basketball shorts and flattening the palm of his hands over my cock.

“Now you can do more than just think about it,” I tell him, and there’s a flicker of unrepentant lust in his eyes.

“That’s right,” he whispers, pushing me back so that there’s enough space between the two of us. Never taking his eyes out of mine, he lowers himself until his knees are on the tiled floor of the kitchen. “I can do so much more.” Hooking his fingers on the hem of my shorts, he starts pushing them down my legs slowly, only stopping when the fabric drops to my feet. I step out of the shorts holding my breath, my cock so fucking hard it’s a wonder I haven’t passed from lack of blood in the brain.

“Fuck,” I groan as he brushes one fingertip over the gigantic shape tenting my boxer briefs. He traces the contour of my cock, moving his slowly from the root to the tip, and then he goes back down again. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, my body becoming so tense you could bounce a quarter off my abs.

Then, acting fast, Daniel flattens the palm of his hand against my cock again, the pressure of his fingers on me so fucking maddening that I almost start moaning like a fucking girl. He starts rubbing my cock over my boxers, and I reach for the wall and place one hand there for support. Even my knees are growing weak. Fuck, is this what it feels like to be swept off your feet? Jesus fuck, I sound like Sleeping fucking Beauty.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he asks me, looking at me with a devilish grin on his lips. We both know what’s going to happen, but he still wants to hear me say it. And, fuck, I’ll say it.

“Your mouth,” I groan as he curls his fingers around my cock harshly. “I want my cock in your mouth,” I add, my hands darting to his head. I run my fingers through his hair, gritting my teeth as the pressure of his fingers intensity. “And don’t make me fucking beg, ‘cause I won’t,” I continue, looking down at him with a smile.

“You don’t need to beg. Your cock is already doing it for you,” he grins back at me, finally letting go of my shaft and grabbing my boxer briefs. He pauses for a second, his eyes locked on mine, and then just tugs viciously on the last piece of clothing on my body. The fabric slides down my legs easily, and my cock springs free so eagerly that it almost slaps him across the face.

“You know,” he whispers, reaching my shaft with his index finger and laying his fingertip against my skin. His touch so soft I can barely feel it, he slides his finger up from the root to the tip of my cock. “I was impressed you were this big… You’re almost as big as me.”

“Yeah, fuck no. I’m bigger,” I shoot back, breathing through my gritted teeth as he keeps on teasing me, using his fingertip to torture me mercilessly.


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