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his eyes, and grabbed the back of his head with both hands. "Ah, baby," he said, "that feels so good. You're a good little cocksucker. I wish my buddies in the Navy could see me now. They'd all be jealous."
Chance's head slowly started to bob up and down. Brody's large dagger slid from the back of his throat to the tip of his tongue, and then back in again. He pressed one palm on Brody's strong, hairy thigh for support and the other around his own erection. He started to suck while it slid in and out of his mouth; the sides of his mouth indented and his lips puffed out even more. He pressed his tongue against the bottom of the shaft and sucked with an even, constant rhythm. His mouth became a soft, wet hand. Brody's eyes rolled back and his hips began to buck harder and faster. Chance stroked his own penis while Brody's balls began to tighten and shrink.
"Ah, baby," Brody said. "I'm really close. You want my come, baby? You want me to come in your mouth?"
Chance gulped, never breaking his rhythm, and nodded yes.
Brody spread his legs wider, pressed his palms to the sides of Chance's head even harder and closed his eyes. When he began to whisper, "Ah, yeah ... I'm gonna blow, baby," his cock started to swell and then something warm and thick and wet hit the back of Chance's throat. While he continued to suck it dry, his own penis exploded all over the wooden planks on the porch. Brody's come tasted different from other guys'; there was a sweet undertaste unlike anything Chance had ever had.
He kept sucking slowly until it started to go limp again, and then he sucked both balls into his mouth. He gently caressed the inside of Brody's thighs with his fingertips, and Brody closed his eyes and continued to hum and moan. He seemed to like the ball-sucking the most. When they finally slid out of Chance's mouth, he kissed each ball gently and took one last sniff. Then he climbed up on Brody's lap and buried his face in his neck and started kissing. Brody reached down and grabbed his ass with both hands, then whispered, "Baby, that was the last thing I expected tonight. But it was hot. You give good head."
"I wanted to apologize for this afternoon," Chance said. "Are we okay now?"
Brody bit his bottom lip hard and slapped his ass few times. "Yeah, baby, we're okay."
Chance spread his legs wider and arched his back. He felt very naughty, and yet so safe. "I can't get enough of your dick, Brody."
Brody reached down and pressed two fingers to the opening of his ass. "I'd like to know when I'm going to get in there," he said. "Your hole feels really tight, and I love to fuck."
Chance arched his back so that Brody could slip his fingers inside and move them around. Then he moaned and said, "Soon, man." Normally, any other guy would have fucked him by then, but Chance was holding back—and he wasn't totally sure why. "It's just that we never seem to have enough time. Even tonight. I have to get back home."
Brody pulled his fingers out, grabbed him by the waist and lifted him to the other side of the sofa so he could lay flat on his back. Chance was amazed at how strong he was, that he could actually lift him in the air like that. Then Brody climbed on top and pinned him to the sofa cushion. He whispered, "I'd better get you a pair of sweats to wear home tonight. I don't want you driving around the lake half-naked."
But Chance remained there on the sofa. It was one of those warm summer nights that smell like sweet perfume and make you want to linger and move slowly. He didn't tell Brody anything about his situation with Dan Pratta, and that's because Brody did most of the talking. He had a slow, deep voice; almost shy. Chance suspected he didn't talk much to anyone on a personal, intimate level. So they sat on the wicker sofa for another half-hour and Chance just listened. Brody pulled up his pants and sat up straight while Chance rested his head on Brody's lap and stretched his legs out, lying on his stomach. Brody rubbed and caressed his
Chance's head slowly started to bob up and down. Brody's large dagger slid from the back of his throat to the tip of his tongue, and then back in again. He pressed one palm on Brody's strong, hairy thigh for support and the other around his own erection. He started to suck while it slid in and out of his mouth; the sides of his mouth indented and his lips puffed out even more. He pressed his tongue against the bottom of the shaft and sucked with an even, constant rhythm. His mouth became a soft, wet hand. Brody's eyes rolled back and his hips began to buck harder and faster. Chance stroked his own penis while Brody's balls began to tighten and shrink.
"Ah, baby," Brody said. "I'm really close. You want my come, baby? You want me to come in your mouth?"
Chance gulped, never breaking his rhythm, and nodded yes.
Brody spread his legs wider, pressed his palms to the sides of Chance's head even harder and closed his eyes. When he began to whisper, "Ah, yeah ... I'm gonna blow, baby," his cock started to swell and then something warm and thick and wet hit the back of Chance's throat. While he continued to suck it dry, his own penis exploded all over the wooden planks on the porch. Brody's come tasted different from other guys'; there was a sweet undertaste unlike anything Chance had ever had.
He kept sucking slowly until it started to go limp again, and then he sucked both balls into his mouth. He gently caressed the inside of Brody's thighs with his fingertips, and Brody closed his eyes and continued to hum and moan. He seemed to like the ball-sucking the most. When they finally slid out of Chance's mouth, he kissed each ball gently and took one last sniff. Then he climbed up on Brody's lap and buried his face in his neck and started kissing. Brody reached down and grabbed his ass with both hands, then whispered, "Baby, that was the last thing I expected tonight. But it was hot. You give good head."
"I wanted to apologize for this afternoon," Chance said. "Are we okay now?"
Brody bit his bottom lip hard and slapped his ass few times. "Yeah, baby, we're okay."
Chance spread his legs wider and arched his back. He felt very naughty, and yet so safe. "I can't get enough of your dick, Brody."
Brody reached down and pressed two fingers to the opening of his ass. "I'd like to know when I'm going to get in there," he said. "Your hole feels really tight, and I love to fuck."
Chance arched his back so that Brody could slip his fingers inside and move them around. Then he moaned and said, "Soon, man." Normally, any other guy would have fucked him by then, but Chance was holding back—and he wasn't totally sure why. "It's just that we never seem to have enough time. Even tonight. I have to get back home."
Brody pulled his fingers out, grabbed him by the waist and lifted him to the other side of the sofa so he could lay flat on his back. Chance was amazed at how strong he was, that he could actually lift him in the air like that. Then Brody climbed on top and pinned him to the sofa cushion. He whispered, "I'd better get you a pair of sweats to wear home tonight. I don't want you driving around the lake half-naked."
But Chance remained there on the sofa. It was one of those warm summer nights that smell like sweet perfume and make you want to linger and move slowly. He didn't tell Brody anything about his situation with Dan Pratta, and that's because Brody did most of the talking. He had a slow, deep voice; almost shy. Chance suspected he didn't talk much to anyone on a personal, intimate level. So they sat on the wicker sofa for another half-hour and Chance just listened. Brody pulled up his pants and sat up straight while Chance rested his head on Brody's lap and stretched his legs out, lying on his stomach. Brody rubbed and caressed his
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