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joke.”
    “It’s no joke. I’m just… surprised.”
    “Surprised by what?”
    “How good it feels. I never thought, with another guy….” Clay sat up, swinging a leg over Jeff’s body to straddle him. He grabbed both wrists and pinned them by Jeff’s head, bending closer until they shared a breath between parted lips. “There’s something about you, Jeff. Always something.”
    “I’m just an ordinary guy—” Jeff stopped when Clay shook his head vigorously.
    “You’re not. You’re special.”
    “Special how?”
    “You taste good.” Clay leaned forward and licked Jeff’s nipple, liking the shivering response. He lipped at the hardening nub, nipped at it gently, and licked and sucked it until Jeff was writhing and pleading beneath him. He looked up, his lips shiny, and asked, “What do you want?” Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    “Damn!” Jeff arched his back, trying to get some friction where he needed it most. “Don’t make me beg.”
    “I like it when you beg,” Clay taunted softly. “I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you.”
    “Suck the other one,” Jeff said. He groaned when soft, wet lips enveloped the other nipple, teasing it until it was as hard as the first. When Clay leaned forward, his dick rubbed against Jeff’s, so hot and hard, so different from the softness of a woman. And Jeff was finding that being held down by Clay’s weight and hands was kind of hot too, even though he knew he could easily get away. He spread his legs and bucked his hips up.
    Clay flattened himself against Jeff’s body, trapping their cocks between them, enjoying the slide of hot, silky skin against his groin.
    “This is too much,” Jeff muttered.
    “Not enough,” Clay countered. He released Jeff’s wrists and kissed his way down the whipcord slim body, jumping when he felt a callused hand on his cock. “Oh yeah, damn, baby, that’s so good.”
    He held himself up on hands and knees, surprised when Jeff slid down the bed with a wicked grin. He dropped his head to watch and groaned with heartfelt delight when he felt Jeff’s lips around his cock.

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    Jeff’s dark eyes met his, and Clay lost himself in sensation as Jeff licked him from head to base before sucking him in. His hips started moving, and he thrust hard, enjoying the gurgling sounds from the other man, unable to hold back. He felt as if he were soaring in the sky on the wings of a wild bird for just a moment before he fell back to earth in an explosion of pleasure, fireworks going off behind his eyes. He heard his own voice crying out, and then he was kneeling there, trembling and sweating.
    “Here, lie down. I know the feeling. Weak legs,” Jeff said, pulling Clay down onto his side.
    “What about you?”
    Jeff liked the way Clay mumbled when he was satiated with good sex. “You can do me when you recover.” Clay felt a little silly lying there with a goofy smile on his face while Jeff looked like the cat that got the cream, so he rolled Jeff onto his back and dove down onto his cock. Jeff yelped and surged upward. Clay grabbed his hip, rubbing a tiny circle with his thumb as he struggled to catch his breath and not gag at the same time. He found Jeff’s balls and fondled them as he sucked.
    The whimpering and squirming made him sure he was onto something good, so Clay worked his hand, stroking the part of Jeff’s dick he couldn’t handle in his mouth. The spurt of cum surprised him; he’d forgotten about that part but after a moment of indecision decided if Jeff could swallow it, Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    he damn well could too. It was salty and a little bitter but had a creamy consistency he thought he could get used to.
    He held Jeff’s softening cock in his mouth, licking it clean till the movement from Jeff’s hips stopped. Then he licked his way up the enticing furrow along the top of Jeff’s thigh and over to the six-pack of his stomach.
    When their mouths met in a lingering kiss, Clay tasted his own cum in Jeff’s mouth. They swapped spit for a few minutes until Clay pulled away to take in a giant yawn.
    “Time for me to get going,” Jeff said.
    “No, stay. I want you to.”
    After a moment of indecision, Jeff yawned. “Okay.” Clay reached over to turn out the light, pleased when Jeff rolled into his arms, facing him, insinuating one leg between his. “Was it good for you?” The silence that followed made him question what they’d done and whether Jeff