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stone Victorian with towers and turrets and verandas, which was actually on the list of important sites to see from the tourist boats and guided local tours. Legend had it the old mansion had been built by the boss of an organized crime family back in the l920s so he could hide from the authorities in the remote hills of northwest New Jersey. It was considered one of the finest homes of the long-lost golden years at the lake.
Chance was intimidated by the house, not to mention he wasn't sure Brody would give him a warm reception after the way he'd treated him earlier that day. He was practically ready to turn the car around when he looked up again and noticed that Brody was now standing in the doorway watching him. He must have seen the car pull up. Chance took a deep breath, got out of the car, and smoothed the blazer down so that it covered his private parts. He walked up the driveway on his tiptoes because the stones hurt the bottoms of his feet. When he reached the bottom step, he smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Is that how you always drive around town on hot summer nights?" Brody asked.
Chance shook his head no and then asked, "Do you hate my guts?"
Brody lowered his head and smiled. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt. He stretched his right arm all the way out and said, "Get up here." He stared at Chance's smooth, naked legs and whistled.
When he reached the top step, he said, "I'm really sorry about earlier today. I can explain." He lowered his head and stared directly into Brody's blue eyes.
Brody took him by the hand and pulled him toward a rounded end of the front veranda where there was a long wicker sofa with green-and-white striped cushions. Chance tripped over a potted geranium and bumped into the wooden side rail. When he leaned forward to balance his body, with his back to Brody, the back of the blazer rode up, exposing his bare ass. He turned just in time to see Brody lick his bottom lip and rub his palms together. "You can explain later," he said. He sat down on the middle cushion of the sofa and motioned for Chance to sit on his lap.
But Chance had a better idea: He wanted to apologize in a way Brody would never forget. He smiled, unbuttoned his blazer, and let it fall to the wooden planks. Then he got down on his knees and placed his palms on Brody's knees so he could spread his legs a little wider. Brody leaned back and bucked his hips forward. His erect penis pressed against the fabric of his sweatpants.
"Are you gonna suck me off now?" Brody asked.
"Are you really horny? Do you want me to suck that big dirty cock?" Chance asked.
Brody closed his eyes and grabbed his crotch. He smiled as he said, "Yeah, suck my big dirty dick, baby. Put my sweaty balls in your mouth and roll them around."
Chance slowly reached for the waistband of his sweats and yanked them down to his thighs. His legs were covered with soft dark fleece; there was a dark patch of fur above his erection. Chance wet his lips and leaned forward so he could bury his face between Brody's legs and swallow his balls in one gulp. He rolled them around his soft tongue with care, and Brody closed his eyes and sighed loudly. They tasted salty and smelled a little like damp sweatsocks; he probably hadn't showered since early that morning, which was fine with Chance.
He slowly sucked and massaged both balls until his jaw began to ache, and when he finally slid them out of his mouth, his lips were puffy and red. He wiped some saliva from his chin, then grabbed the shaft of Brody's penis.
"That's it, baby." Brody moaned. "Suck the head of my dick with those hot lips."
Chance was amazed at how something so large and solid could also be so smooth and tender. He opened his mouth all the way, stuck out his tongue, and slowly slid it as far into his mouth as he could. When the tip finally hit the back of his throat and his lips were pressed up against Brody's dark patch of fur, he opened his eyes wide and looked up. Brody looked down into