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jeans and boxers in one go before sitting down on the rug again. Nicky’s skin-tight jeans were more difficult to take off, or was he simply making a game of it? Jonas helped him and noticed Nicky was looking straight at Johnny, seducing him with those chocolate brown eyes of his, which by now were probably almost black with lust.
    Jonas saw Johnny’s eyes wander south. “You sure he’s not underage, Joe? He’s not much of a shower, is he?” The mocking tone with which Johnny put down Nicky’s
    “assets” hit Jonas dead center in the chest and he pulled Nicky closer. “Guess I haven’t done my job yet,” Jonas replied, trying to make light of the situation. He put his hands on Nicky’s hips so he could give him a blow job.
    “Untouched, Jonah!” Johnny cautioned, way too alert for Jonas’s liking. “That also means no blow job! Besides, I’d much rather see him blow you. Jamie?”
    Nicky didn’t immediately respond, and it took a look from Jonas to make him realize he was being spoken to.
    “So Jamie, you like a big cock up your arse?” Johnny asked without even blushing.
    “Yes, sir,” Nicky answered, playing his role perfectly. He sat back on his heels like a good school boy.
    “Tell me what you like about it.”
    Nicky hesitated and Jonas had to keep himself from smiling.
    Nicky was by no means naïve or shy about what he liked, so he was Façade
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    definitely playing it up. “I like how it hurts at first, but then it just feels so full and then—” He looked at Jonas and then back at Johnny. “…It makes me go all hard and tingly, and then it makes me shiver and shake, and I come really hard, much harder than when I wank.”
    Jonas buried his face against Nicky’s neck to stop from laughing and then realized Nicky was still wearing his beanie and sunglasses. He pulled the cap off and Nicky shook his long hair free.
    “And you’ve let our Jonas here fuck you before?” Johnny may have been drawling his words, but Jonas thought he knew exactly where he was going with this conversation.
    Nicky nodded, biting his lower lip.
    “You think you can come all over me, if I tell him to fuck you here, now?”
    Nicky nodded even more eagerly.
    “You better make him nice and hard then,” Johnny suggested.
    Nicky looked at Jonas with a much less naïve look than his earlier actions would suggest. Right then, Jonas knew Nicky was in control. He waited for a moment until Jonas got more comfortable, legs spread out in front of him and leaning back on his arms, and then bent down to take Jonas’s barely hard cock in his mouth, his ass sticking up. Jonas knew how good Nicky was at blowing him and he knew how much the young man enjoyed doing it, so he tried to relax, even let himself fall back on his elbows. Nicky’s mouth was hot and Jonas felt him pressing his tongue up to add friction.
    His heartbeat sped up and blood rushed to his groin as he allowed himself to enjoy the experience. Soon enough his erection was lying heavy on his stomach and Nicky was licking and sucking it as if it was a lollipop and he hadn’t eaten or drunk in a week. Even though Nicky had been careful not to touch himself, making sure his hands were near Jonas’s groin at all times, every time Nicky’s head bobbed up Jonas could see the designer’s cock grow bigger and harder until it almost looked like it was glued to his belly. It never ceased to amaze him how turned on Nicky could get from giving a blow job.

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    Suddenly Nicky stopped and crawled on top of him, grinding his body down and their erections together, while giving him a searing kiss. “Fuck! Can you just fuck me before I come?” he whispered as he came up for air.
    Jonas nodded. “I’ll prep you quickly.” Nicky nodded too, pulling back and panting hard, clearly trying to regain his self-control.
    Johnny cleared his throat. “Well, he surely didn’t stay small.
    Have to admit he had me worried in the beginning,” he said, still smiling dopily. “So what’s next?”
    “Let us surprise you,” Jonas replied, almost rolling his eyes at the ludicrous question. He fished some supplies out of his trousers, which he’d left not too far from where they were sitting, and threw them on the floor. Then he positioned both of them a little closer to Johnny, who was still half on the floor and half lying against his chair. Jonas made Nicky sit on his knees facing Johnny, and after opening the packet of lube and coating his fingers with