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little pucker now softened by his fingers. “I’d love to play with your glass toy.”
    Woody gave an answering moan.
    “But my cock wants in first.”
    “Are you going to tease me forever?” Woody looked over his shoulder, his dark hair flopping over dazed eyes.

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    “I can’t hold out that long,” Mack muttered, circling Woody’s anus with impatient fingers, as if pressing smooth the elastic ridge.
    “Relax some more, baby. Open up for me,” he pleaded in a soft whimper. The middle finger pushed lube inside. Then his forefinger joined in and slid smoothly just inside the tight ring, softening him up even more.
    Woody squirmed, shoving back hard, sobbing crazed pleas.
    Mack braced him still with a hand in the small of his back. He gritted his teeth to maintain his control. Just watching his fingers disappear into Woody’s ass was almost enough to set him off. He swatted his ass cheek—hard—once, twice.
    “Yes! Harder. Deeper. Son of a bitch, fuck me already,” Woody pleaded.
    “You want deep. I’ll give you fucking deep.” Mack pulled his fingers out and spread Woody’s cheeks apart. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” His thumbs massaged each side of the mysterious, dark, glistening home for his cock.
    “Mack!”
    Groaning, he angled the head of his cock at the hole, pushing excruciatingly slowly, pushing with determined pressure. It felt like his head would explode before this was over. Watching his cock disappear—sliding inside—Woody’s welcoming ass was almost more than he could bear. It was more pleasure than he’d ever had or imagined having with another man.
    Woody shifted and squirmed. “Please, please.” Mack gave up trying to enter slowly. He couldn’t prolong it any longer. With every ounce of strength in him, he thrust in hard, his belly slapping Woody’s backside, his cock swallowed completely within the hot, tight sheath. “Yes.” He uttered a raw growl.

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Chapter Eight
    With the first slather of cool lube in his asshole, Woody couldn’t keep still. Being on his belly, his ass on display, all of him at Mack’s mercy was fantastically erotic. He wanted Mack to take him hard and deep. Especially hard. The fingers toying with him, testing him, taunting him drove him nuts. His hips undulated into the bed. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t keep still. He tried to hold onto the memory of everything Mack was doing to him. Didn’t want to forget the sensations, but wanted him to go faster, harder, wanted to feel that amazing cock inside him, stretching him to his body’s limits.
    It was the ultimate pleasure. He’d finally gotten Mack in his bed where he couldn’t hide his sexuality, at least not within the confines of this room.
    When Mack blanketed him, when his slippery prick slid along his crack, he felt its delicious, heavy heat against his skin. Woody moaned in agreement when Mack bit his earlobe. His hole flowered open a little more with that sharp nip. “Damn it, then do it,” Woody heard himself beg. It sounded more like a demand. “Are you going to tease me forever?” When Mack threatened? promised? to use the glass dildo, he wanted that with every fiber of his being. “Yes!
    Harder. Deeper. Son of a bitch, fuck me already.” Mack knew exactly how to torment a man’s back hole with thick, aggressive fingers. But fingers in his ass weren’t enough. He desperately needed the swollen length of his cock. Wanted it. Begged for it.
    Then the head of Mack’s penis caressed the ring of his anus. That first touch, the heat, even through the condom, sent his senses flying.
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    over rich nerve endings of this exquisitely raw taking. Woody heard groaning. Was it his? Mack’s? He wanted to believe the other man was just as crazed as he was.
    Woody wrenched his focus back to the here and now, to the stretching, the loosening of the ring, the