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supposed to be. Pleased with the final outcome, he picked up the phone and called his king.
    “This is Tyrin.” he said wearily.
    “What’s up baby?” Khalil responded.
    “Hey you. I never thought I would hear your voice again, I was about to put out an APB on you.” He said with a smile in his voice.
    “It’s almost midnight, why are you still at work?” Khalil asked.
    “Why rush home. My husband is out of town and I hate sleeping alone.”
    “Awww, you poor baby.”
    “Yep, and with that said, I’m still at work, occupying my time.”
    “What do you have on?”
    “Why?” he asked slyly.
    “Because you’re not near me and that means I have to envision what you look like at this moment in time.”
    “I see. Well for starters I am wearing black slacks and a navy blue shirt.” He said with a smile.
    “What color underwear you have on?” Khalil asked.
    Tyrin chuckled and said, “Black”
    “Boxers or briefs?”
    “Boxer-briefs. The fitted ones you love to see me in.”
    “Tyrin?” he seductively cooed his name.
    “Yes.”
    “Do me a favor.”
    “What’s up?”
    “Get up and turn off all the lights in your office.”
    “What? You’re tripping. Why?”
    “Then open the blinds behind your desk and turn your chair around to face the window. Do it boo, please.” he whined.
    He did what was requested of him. Once he sat back down, he picked up the phone and asked Khalil what he wanted him to do next. “Look out the window and begin to relax?” He gazed out the window and stared at the beautiful lights of the city, taking deep breaths in an attempt to relax himself.
    After a few moments of observing the sights, something that he rarely ever did, he heard his next command. “Unbutton your pants and slide your hand slowly down those black boxers you have on. “ He unfastened his pants with his free hand and followed the directions given to him. He felt the curly locks that led from the base of his stomach to the long piece of flesh that was nestled beneath.
    “What next?” he asked with anticipation.
    “Close your eyes. Now imagine me on my knees in front of you with both of my hands rubbing your inner thighs; massaging those massive legs that you work so hard to keep up. As you visualize that, I want you to grab the part of you that makes me moan and squirm with pleasure. Do you know what part of you I am talking about?”
    “Yes.” he whispered.
    “Now imagine me flicking the tip of that piece with my tongue, slowly, slowly tasting the juices that are forming, causing me to want more.” Tyrin felt his manhood begin to grow in the palm of his hand, it had been two days since he had the pleasure of a sexual release, and with all that has taken place he was in dire need of letting go of some tension.
    He held his piece and began the rhythmic movement that he was totally in control of. As he let out a sigh, Khalil cracked a smile of satisfaction on the other end of the phone because he knew that his words were working. “Let me taste it baby, feed it to me. Damn, this shit tastes sooooo good.” Khalil whispered.“You like it baby? You like this dick in your mouth?” He said as he stroked it.
    “You know I do.” he asked.
    “It’s your dick baby; all of it belongs to you and you only.” He said with confidence.
    “I’ve missed it so much. Put it all the way down my throat. Grab the back of my head and make me swallow it all.” His breathing grew heavier on the phone. Khalil bit his bottom lip in an effort not to start the same process on himself. Tyrin tilted his head back and went into full on masturbation, while Khalil listened intently on the other end of the phone.
    “Tyrin.”
    “Yeah baby?” he said between moans.
    “Come home, I’m here waiting.” Khalil ended the call and waited to see how long it would take for Tyrin to arrive.
    The black Range Rover raced from Westwood to Malibu in record time. He was welcomed home by the exotic scents of mango, papaya and passion