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it, he knelt behind the young designer. He wrapped his left arm around Nicky’s shoulders and whispered, “Are you ready?” in his ear.
    Nicky nodded, clearly calmer now than he had been a few moments ago.
    Jonas gently smeared the warmed up lube into Nicky’s cleft, feeling the young man react slightly when he rubbed over his puckered opening.
    “Hurry up,” Nicky mumbled softly.
    Jonas shushed him, taking his time running his finger around the circular muscle before slowly sliding one digit inside.
    “Oh yeah,” Nicky sighed and Jonas didn’t know whether this was Nicky’s “porn” performance or whether the young man’s passion was really welling up that quickly. Nicky was tight but clearly making an effort to relax, so Jonas added a second finger, feeling the muscle tense up momentarily only to soften again.

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    “Fuck yeah, stretch me,” Nicky moaned. “Make me ready so you can fuck me with that cock of yours.” Nicky was pushing back, leaning against Jonas’s arm which was keeping him upright.
    Jonas gently rubbed the muscle until it gave way and allowed him in, more and more with every movement.
    “Fuck, yeah! God, that feels good, Jonas!” Scissoring his fingers worked well, so Jonas added a third finger. At that moment Nicky pushed backward, impaling himself on the bundled fingers, and then thrust forward reflexively. Thick, white strands of come were shooting out of him and landing on Johnny’s chest as Nicky wailed from the power of his orgasm. The rock star was clearly as surprised as Jonas was, but Jonas had his lucid mind to fall back on. He held onto Nicky and continued to pump his fingers in and out of the young man’s body, making him convulse again and again until he started sobbing and Jonas pulled out. No tears were flowing from his eyes, though; his head was simply thrown back against Jonas’s shoulder.
    “I’m sorry, Jonas, I’m so sorry!” he cried out.
    As Jonas wrapped his arms around Nicky, the young man turned his face toward him. “Now fuck me, make me come again,” he whispered in a tone not at all consistent with his earlier charade.
    Jonas looked over at Johnny to gauge his reaction. The aging rocker looked impressed and was lazily rubbing his fingers over his come covered chest. “You are a man of your word, Jonah. He comes like a rocket and shoots like a missile.” He took a large swig from his Jack Daniels bottle and threw it away when he noticed it was empty. “Now will you add yours to his?” The look he gave Jonas could only be classified as amused—amused and loaded, but clearly amused.
    “I think I can do better than that,” Jonas said, looking at Nicky, whose head was still resting on his shoulder and turned toward him.
    Nicky’s eyes lit up.
    Johnny raised an eyebrow while Jonas grabbed one of the condoms. Nicky took it from him and with a gleam in his eye, proceeded to fist Jonas’s cock a few times before rolling it on and 90
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    coating it with lube. Nicky raised himself up to kiss his lover, and Jonas could feel the younger man’s erection pushing against his hip.
    As they retook their positions, Jonas licked Nicky’s ear and said, “I can’t believe you’re still hard.”
    Nicky just smiled and pushed his ass back, silently asking to be fucked.
    Jonas teased him a bit, rubbing his erection over the sensitized opening a few times before slowly pushing in. Nicky pushed back almost immediately, impaling himself quickly until Jonas was fully inside him. Jonas wrapped his arms around him and sat on his heels, pulling Nicky down with him. He didn’t need to tell Nicky what to do. The young man simply opened his legs, and resting his hands on his knees, started riding the hard cock underneath him.
    “Oh, yeah. God, this is the best.”
    Leaning slightly to the side, Jonas could see Johnny’s lustful look at what was going on, a mix of total enjoyment and slight frustration in his face. He couldn’t blame the man. Seeing two guys getting off in front of him while knowing he couldn’t make his own equipment work would annoy the hell out of him too.
    “Fuck, Jonas, your cock is the best.”
    Jonas was close himself and started wondering if Nicky had just been overconfident or whether he could really come a second time. The fact was, Nicky’s movements were becoming less rhythmical, so Jonas decided to meet him half way, thrusting up into the tight channel.
    “Harder, Jonas, fuck me… gonna come again!” With