tested for HIV and both
had been negative. There was no need for a condom, and this was one of the things that
Anderson liked most about being with a long-term partner.
Joey stepped forward and removed his shirt. He tossed the shirt on the floor and
said, “I’m never too tired for this .”
Anderson smiled, staring at Joey’s eight-inch erection. Most of the fun for
Anderson was pleasing Joey. He lowered his head and aligned it with Joey’s crotch. Then
he opened his mouth and pressed his lips on the tip of Joey’s penis. He braced his palms on the mattress for support and moved forward. When he felt Joey’s soft foreskin slide
back, the tip of his tongue touched the tip of Joey’s penis. Joey bucked his hips forward
until the head of his penis hit the back of Anderson’s throat.
Anderson had always been a natural at giving head; it was a rare gift. He knew
how to make them weak in the knees and beg for mercy without trying too hard. His face
never hurt, his tongue never got tired, and he never gagged. He knew how to suck hard
for a long time, and how to release pressure at the just right moment to prolong a
spectacular climax. Anderson could go down on a man for a minute, or he could go down
on a man for three hours without complaining once.
When Joey’s penis was inside his mouth, everything in his world seemed to fall
into place. All the fears he’d ever known—his obnoxious, irritating mother, and cold,
bitchy Harriet—didn’t matter anymore. He couldn’t have cared less about his modeling
career or working his body out at the gym. The only thing he cared about making Joey
feel wonderful, and he was pleasing himself at the same time.
Anderson remained at the foot of the bed for a long time, slowly bringing Joey to
the brink. When finally he tasted drops of pre-come and he knew Joey was edging, he
stopped sucking and said, “Take off all your clothes and get up on the bed. All you have
to do is lie there and close your eyes.”
Joey’s eyes glazed and his lips twitched. He pulled off his shoes and kicked his
pants across the room. He yanked off his boxer shorts and climbed onto the bed. Three
seconds later, he was flat on his back, with his hairy legs spread wide and his erection
sticking up at a ninety-degree angle. Anderson went to the foot of the bed between Joey’s legs. He rested his cheek on
Joey’s hairy right leg and slowly went forward until his lips were pressed against Joey’s
testicles. He stuck out his tongue and licked both, then his tongue slid up Joey’s shaft
until his lips were next to the head.
Joey closed his eyes and moaned. He threw his arms back over his head and
pointed his toes forward.
Anderson took Joey’s erection all the way to the back of his throat and started
sucking again. While he sucked, he jerked his own penis. Anderson knew it wouldn’t
take long this time. Joey was ready, and all Anderson had to do was create just enough
pressure to make Joey go off.
A few minutes later, Joey stretched out his legs and wiggled his feet. His mouth
opened wide and he grunted a few times. When he climaxed and his penis exploded
inside Anderson’s mouth, the upper half of his body jerked forward and he shouted,
“Ah…ah…ah,” with sudden, irregular jerks.
Anderson came a second later, with the tip of Joey’s erection against the back of
his throat. He came on Joey’s leg while he gulped and swallowed, taking every last drop
of Joey he could salvage. When he knew Joey was completely drained and he felt Joey’s
penis begin to shrink, Joey’s penis slipped from his mouth, he turned his head, and he
licked Joey’s leg clean.
Joey sat up and watched him. He caressed the top of Anderson’s head and said,
“You amaze me all the time. I think this was the best blow job you’ve ever given
had been negative. There was no need for a condom, and this was one of the things that
Anderson liked most about being with a long-term partner.
Joey stepped forward and removed his shirt. He tossed the shirt on the floor and
said, “I’m never too tired for this .”
Anderson smiled, staring at Joey’s eight-inch erection. Most of the fun for
Anderson was pleasing Joey. He lowered his head and aligned it with Joey’s crotch. Then
he opened his mouth and pressed his lips on the tip of Joey’s penis. He braced his palms on the mattress for support and moved forward. When he felt Joey’s soft foreskin slide
back, the tip of his tongue touched the tip of Joey’s penis. Joey bucked his hips forward
until the head of his penis hit the back of Anderson’s throat.
Anderson had always been a natural at giving head; it was a rare gift. He knew
how to make them weak in the knees and beg for mercy without trying too hard. His face
never hurt, his tongue never got tired, and he never gagged. He knew how to suck hard
for a long time, and how to release pressure at the just right moment to prolong a
spectacular climax. Anderson could go down on a man for a minute, or he could go down
on a man for three hours without complaining once.
When Joey’s penis was inside his mouth, everything in his world seemed to fall
into place. All the fears he’d ever known—his obnoxious, irritating mother, and cold,
bitchy Harriet—didn’t matter anymore. He couldn’t have cared less about his modeling
career or working his body out at the gym. The only thing he cared about making Joey
feel wonderful, and he was pleasing himself at the same time.
Anderson remained at the foot of the bed for a long time, slowly bringing Joey to
the brink. When finally he tasted drops of pre-come and he knew Joey was edging, he
stopped sucking and said, “Take off all your clothes and get up on the bed. All you have
to do is lie there and close your eyes.”
Joey’s eyes glazed and his lips twitched. He pulled off his shoes and kicked his
pants across the room. He yanked off his boxer shorts and climbed onto the bed. Three
seconds later, he was flat on his back, with his hairy legs spread wide and his erection
sticking up at a ninety-degree angle. Anderson went to the foot of the bed between Joey’s legs. He rested his cheek on
Joey’s hairy right leg and slowly went forward until his lips were pressed against Joey’s
testicles. He stuck out his tongue and licked both, then his tongue slid up Joey’s shaft
until his lips were next to the head.
Joey closed his eyes and moaned. He threw his arms back over his head and
pointed his toes forward.
Anderson took Joey’s erection all the way to the back of his throat and started
sucking again. While he sucked, he jerked his own penis. Anderson knew it wouldn’t
take long this time. Joey was ready, and all Anderson had to do was create just enough
pressure to make Joey go off.
A few minutes later, Joey stretched out his legs and wiggled his feet. His mouth
opened wide and he grunted a few times. When he climaxed and his penis exploded
inside Anderson’s mouth, the upper half of his body jerked forward and he shouted,
“Ah…ah…ah,” with sudden, irregular jerks.
Anderson came a second later, with the tip of Joey’s erection against the back of
his throat. He came on Joey’s leg while he gulped and swallowed, taking every last drop
of Joey he could salvage. When he knew Joey was completely drained and he felt Joey’s
penis begin to shrink, Joey’s penis slipped from his mouth, he turned his head, and he
licked Joey’s leg clean.
Joey sat up and watched him. He caressed the top of Anderson’s head and said,
“You amaze me all the time. I think this was the best blow job you’ve ever given
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