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with four chairs around it to my left in front of a large bay window. Painted white cabinets gleamed under the granite countertop stretched across to my right. A long peninsula separated us from what looked like a great room, where I could see a big fireplace with wood stacked nearby.
    “What can I get you to drink? Would you like a brandy?”
    “Sure.” I’d try just about anything once.
    “While I get our drinks, why don’t you light a fire?”
    “I’m hoping to.” I was rewarded with another husky chuckle, and I grinned as I grabbed some kindling. I spotted some fire-starter blocks and cracked off a piece to lay on the grate. By the time Henry returned with two snifters, the fire was beginning to burn.
    I turned on one knee to accept the glass, and I had to swallow hard at the bulging outline in Henry’s pants. He’d shed his shoes and sport coat, and God, he did the casual look really, really well. His crotch was just about level for me, and I couldn’t resist. I leaned closer, rubbing my jaw against his cock.
    His hand came down to rest on my head. He didn’t press or try to guide me, but his fingers tunneled through my hair, sifting the strands. “Nicholas.” His voice had gotten deeper. “You look so good on your knees.”
    “Yeah?” My voice was a little on the husky side too. “Feels kind of good.” I swung both ways, and a lot of times, with the stockbroker studs, they wanted me to pitch. Tonight, though, I was thinking Henry was going to be in charge. And that sounded fine to me.
    I set the snifter down without even a taste so that I could open the zipper on his slacks. I peeled the fine wool away, exposing a pair of dark-red bikini briefs. “I didn’t figure you for the tiny shorts kind of guy.” His cock was stretched to the side, and I reached in gingerly to lift it out.
    “I don’t wear them often, but tonight seemed like a special night.” He took a sip of his brandy as he looked down at me. “I like how they make me feel.”
    “I like the way they make you look.” His fair-skinned body was leanly muscled, like a runner’s. I could feel his strength as I wrapped my other hand around his hip.
    The brandy glass chinked softly as Henry set it on an end table. He squared himself in front of me and brought his other hand to my head. His thumbs rubbed along my cheekbones; then one pressed against my lips. “I want to see this mouth wrapped around me.”
    All too willing to oblige, I circled his stiff prick at the base, jacking it slowly. He was maybe about as long as me but a little thicker. I licked my lips as a bead of precum oozed out. “I don’t swallow. Just letting you know.” I looked up to make sure he understood me.
    “Let’s take it a step at a time, Nicholas. How about that?” He cupped the back of my skull, urging me forward.
    I took him inside, his girth exciting me. I loved the feel of a cock stretching my lips, pushing on my tongue. Closing around him, I sucked the head, taking my time. I liked to explore a guy, see what turned him on, see what his hot spots were.
    Henry sighed, his hands dropping to my shoulders. He seemed content with my pace, and I rewarded him by taking him deeper, my tongue pressing against his vein. I bobbed back and forth a bit, loving the slide inside my mouth. He moaned as I let my hand continue to jack him, and I swear I heard his breath catch as I used my other hand to massage his balls. They were nicely sized, a bit furry, and they tightened up some as Henry got more excited.
    I spread my knees to ease the pressure on my own dick, then gasped around Henry’s cock as I felt his toes gently nudge my balls. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth, and Henry groaned as my lips tightened on him. He pushed a little deeper, and I let him. In fact, I set one hand back on his hip to grip his ass, and I pulled him closer.
    His hands cupped my skull again, and now he started to guide me forward and back. I could still move my head, but I let him lead.