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.And youhelpless to stop me with your hands tied to my headboard. Fuck! Paul s strokes increased pace.His cock ached with need. Oh yeah.After you come in my mouth, I ll fuck you.Nice and stretched by thebutt plug, I ll ram into you in one long stroke.No slow pushing or prep needed. Oh shit. Tension pooled in Paul s gut and wound through his balls. Fuck.You.Hard.Long. Randy s staccato words match Paul s strokes. My barecock.Skin.On.Skin.Fucking you.Rawww& Randy s last word turned into a howl.Paul didn t need imagination to know Randy was coming.His own groan joinedRandy s as Paul s cock erupted.Come spurted across his stomach, up his chest onto hisshirt. Oh God& Yeah& Randy s breath panted into the receiver. I ll be up there tomorrow.Midafternoon. Paul would leave the office early if hehad to kill someone to do it.* * * * *Paul turned into Randy s long driveway at ten after two.He d left the office atlunch, telling his secretary he d be out for the afternoon.His father had been in court sohe didn t have to explain anything to him.However, his cell phone, not the one hebought for Randy s calls, had rung off and on for the last hour.Paul ignored it.After thefourth call, Paul turned it off.83 Shayla KerstenThe wide garage door was open.Randy s blue Mercedes sat on the left side.Pauleased his truck in beside it.He hadn t turned off the engine when the door began itsrumbling slide closed.Climbing out of the driver s seat, he was attacked by a hard body and a set ofimpatient lips.Randy nearly knocked Paul back into the truck with his enthusiastic greeting. I vebeen hard all day thinking about you, Randy growled between kisses. Need you.Now. Paul understood his impatience.It had taken all his self-control to keep fromjacking off on the drive up.He pulled at Randy s polo shirt, tugging the hem up underRandy s arms. Fuck me.Here. Randy s hands were equally busy.Fingernails scraped Paul s back and dug in. Iwas hoping you d feel that way. One hand left Paul s back.Randy rummaged in hisjeans pocket and pulled out a tube of lube and a couple of condoms. Turn around. Randy s growl sent shivers down Paul s spine but he obeyed without question. Drop your pants and bend over. Paul fumbled with the button on his slacks.Popping it free with shaking hands, hepulled his zipper down.His slacks slid down his legs on their own.He pushed hisbriefs to his knees.Leaning forward on the seat of his truck, Paul pushed his ass towardRandy.A cold, lubed finger pushed into him without ceremony.Randy went straight forhis prostate.The intense pressure almost pushed Paul over the edge.He reached under andgrabbed his balls, tugging at the immediate desire to come.A second finger rammed inside him.Hard, fast strokes alternated with twistingfingers. Too much.Just do it. Paul moaned against the upholstery of the seat. Fuck mealready. The rip of the condom wrapper was followed by the absence of Randy s fingers.Coated in cold lube, Randy s thick crown pushed against Paul s anus. Yes. He pushed back against the hard cock.With a sharp exhalation and anotherpush, one Randy met with a hard shove, Paul s ass was filled with his lover s fulllength. God, yes.Harder. Paul held his cock in a viselike grip.He didn t want to comeyet.Each time Randy fucked him over the weekend, Paul had already come.Eventhough he had become hard again, even ejaculated some, it wasn t quite the same as thefirst time he came.This time, he planned to come when Randy did.Randy s hands gripped his hips hard.Fingers dug into flesh and muscle.Withoutanother word, Randy did exactly as he was asked.84 Past LiesLong, hard strokes, fast and deep, rammed into Paul.Each time Randy s cock filledhim, the thick flesh battered his prostate.The bruising pace only added to Paul s need.His cock leaked a steady stream of pre-come over his clenched fist. Oh shit& Randy s brutal pace faltered.His hips slammed against Paul s ass andheld tight.Paul imagined Randy s hot come flooding his ass, no barriers.With a strangled cry,he came over his hand and probably on his truck seat.He didn t care.Facedown withhis pants around his ankles and his ass impaled on Randy s cock, he couldn t care if theworld came to an end.Kisses rained across his shoulders through his shirt.Randy murmured words hecouldn t make out over the rushing of blood in his ears.His dazed attention focused onthe whispers. So good.Needed you so much. Randy s whispered stream of words made Paulfeel wanted in a way he never knew with women. I need you too. Paul knew now just how much.He only hoped it would last.85 Shayla KerstenChapter TenWhile he stirred a pan of sautéed vegetables, Randy kept an eye on Paul.He hadn tsaid two words since Randy came back from the FedEx box.Or since they d done theHIV tests for that matter. Are you okay? Paul glanced over his glass of beer with a startled look. What? Oh yeah.I m fine. What are you thinking about? You seem distracted. His lover sighed then took a quick drink of his beer. Two weeks ago, I was so farin denial I couldn t admit even a passing attraction to another man.Now, he shook hishead and chuckled, I can t wait to drop my pants and get your dick up my ass. And that s a bad thing? Randy hoped his answer was no.Paul shook his head. No, I m tired of ignoring reality
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