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could have ever done with a real job. “Want to bet? What have you got to lose? Really?” Nicky looked skeptical and didn’t reply. With Nicky lying on the couch and Jonas sitting next to it on his knees, Jonas’s hand was slowly making its way into the bundle of blankets toward Nicky’s feet. He reached them and slowly stroked across the toes and the bridge of the foot, expecting Nicky to pull away any moment. He didn’t, though, and Jonas started wondering if it was his imagination or if Nicky was moving into the touch. Jonas enjoyed the feeling of the warm, smooth skin. He explored the bones of Nicky’s ankle, the Façade
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    nice muscle of the calf. He moved his hand up to the knee, making Nicky jerk when he tickled the hollow behind it. All this time they were looking at each other, Jonas’s face soft and accepting, Nicky’s teasing and teased.
    Nicky bit his lower lip when Jonas’s hand moved even higher and his thighs parted, inviting Jonas to proceed. Jonas was almost completely stretched out now so he scooted a little closer, never losing contact with Nicky’s leg. He slowly stroked the softest skin on the inside of Nicky’s thigh and used his other hand to pull the duvet away from Nicky’s chest, admiring the well developed muscles, nicely trained but still consistent with his lean physique.
    He couldn’t resist running his fingers over the large, dark nipples and felt Nicky react.
    Jonas wanted to say something, tell Nicky how beautiful he was, but was afraid of breaking the spell. He didn’t want to hear Nicky put himself down again because it would defeat the purpose of making him feel loved. So he didn’t say anything, didn’t tell the young man that his presence was making him hard, couldn’t tell him that he truly wanted a man for the first time in years. Instead he leaned in closer, nuzzling Nicky gently. To Jonas’s surprise, Nicky turned his way, and Jonas felt his soft lips against his temple.
    Jonas’s left hand was still near Nicky’s hip, touching the smooth, hot skin. He encountered the curly pubic hair and purposely avoided moving closer. He used his other hand to wipe the hair away from Nicky’s face and then softly kissed him on the lips. To his considerable surprise, Nicky took over, deepening the kiss and moving a hand to the back of Jonas’s neck. Nicky tilted his hips and his rock hard cock nudged Jonas’s hand. As he started stroking it, Nicky broke the kiss.
    “Please stop,” Nicky whimpered. “You’re going to make me come like a school boy if you don’t.”
    Jonas looked away from Nicky when he realized he was blushing and sat back on his heels.
    “Can you fuck me again already?” Nicky asked, not in the least bit embarrassed about his question. “I mean, I know older guys 14
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    need more time in between and—” Jonas stopped him from saying more by kissing him again. He’d been happy he wasn’t wearing a pair of his tighter boxer shorts for some time now and didn’t need to look to reassure himself.
    “How do you want to do this?” he murmured against Nicky’s mouth.
    For a moment, Nicky seemed to lose his new-found confidence. “I don’t know. How do we do this? In bed?” Jonas chuckled. “Let’s never go there again.” He kissed Nicky quickly. “Stay here.” He got up and retrieved supplies from the bedside table, took off the bathrobe and his boxers, and then pulled Nicky to his feet and sat down in the middle of the couch. Jonas wasn’t the type of man to be embarrassed about his nakedness, but Nicky staring at his erection while standing there with the duvet wrapped around himself did make him a little self-conscious.
    “Can I…?”
    Jonas cocked his head and spread his knees, making space for Nicky to move closer. A blowjob was a rare treat in his profession, and he was definitely not denying himself the pleasure. Nicky was hungry and certainly not a novice at this. Jonas held Nicky’s hair back so he could enjoy the view. Seeing his cock disappear into Nicky’s mouth was a delicious sight, but he didn’t want to come this way. It just wouldn’t do. A soft tug at Nicky’s hair was enough of a hint for the young man to stop.
    As Nicky looked up at Jonas, his eyes dark with lust, he let the cock pop out of his mouth. “Fuck, Mr. Hunter, you’ve got quite a tasty log there.”
    Jonas chuckled at the undignified term, but he didn’t want to lose momentum. “Come here,” he said, gesturing with his