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.Clint reached for him, pressing his fingers in past the cotton of Tyler s underwear.Hecupped and gently yanked Tyler s balls out of his underwear. Jesus, Clint, Tyler groaned. Someone s gonna see. Shh, Clint replied.He fondled Tyler s balls and cock, his own cock pressing hardagainst his jeans. Close your eyes.Tyler waited a beat before obeying, but then his eyes fluttered shut, thick goldenlashes shadowing his cheekbones.Taking the cold bottle of soda, Clint pressed itagainst Tyler s cock and balls.Tyler gasped, his eyes flying open. What the fuck& ? His protest was belied bythe fact that he stayed in position, hands firmly beneath his legs.The state of his cockwas telling as well, still hard as bone. Take it for me, boy.It s what I want.Sufferin is good for the soul.Suffer for me.Tyler shuddered as Clint moved the cold glass over his cock and balls, but still hestayed in position.Clint moved the bottle away, reaching for Tyler s shaft with his hand.He gripped itand pulled upward, drawing a groan from Tyler s lips.He played with Tyler s cock,alternating between the cold bottle and the hot, tight grip of his hand.Pushing thecooler lid aside, he grabbed a handful of ice and held it for several seconds beforedropping it.When he cupped Tyler s balls with his freezing fingers, Tyler winced anddrew in a sharp breath, jerking upright.Clint kept his icy fingers on Tyler s balls while he stroked him with the other handuntil Tyler fell back limp against the seat, his breathing ragged, his chest heaving. Iwant you to come for me, Clint told him. Somebody might come by.Somebody mightsee you.That don t matter a lick, you hear? You re gonna come for me because that swhat I want, and more important, it s what you want.You showed me last night withyour actions that you were born to serve, no matter how much you tried to deny it withyour words, and now I m goin to prove it to you.Clint pulled his hand away long enough to spit on his fingers and reached again forTyler s shaft, gliding up and down with a firm, steady stroke.Tyler responded withmuffled grunts and sighs, arching his body toward Clint s hand, his own hands stillpinned beneath him. Jesus, Clint, he murmured. I m gonna come. Good.That s what I want, Clint answered.Clint placed the still cold glass bottleagainst Tyler s balls as he continued to stroke his cock. Tyler gasped and shuddered, his eyes opening as he turned to face Clint with apleading expression. I can t, Tyler groaned, shrinking back from the cold glass. Notwith that on me. Do it, Clint commanded.Keeping the bottle in place, Clint jerked steadily atTyler s cock.He knew the combination of heat, friction, cold and wet, along with thesensual overlay of his dominating words, would soon overload Ty s senses and sendhim over the edge. Work through the discomfort.Focus on the orgasm.Come in spiteof the cold.Come because I want you to.Tyler s eyes slid shut again, his head falling back as his lips parted.He was panting,his body tensing.A man was approaching the area from a distance, a large trash bag inhis hands, no doubt heading for the dumpsters. Come for me, boy, Clint urged. Now.Tyler arched forward with a small cry, his body spasming as ribbons of creamywhite cum splattered the dash board.Clint waited as long as he dared, savoring thesight of the spent, sexy man beside him, his chest heaving, his cock dripping with cum.Clint was aching to fuck him.He wanted nothing more at that moment than to flipTyler over, right there on the cab seat, and use him until his own need was satisfied.The man was nearly upon them.Though Clint knew the added dash of danger thatthey might be witnessed had contributed to the intensity of the little scene they d justplayed out, he would never knowingly subject his sub to danger of any kind.Forcingdown his raw lust, he cleared his throat. Better rope that stallion back into the corral,boy.We got company
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