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“Can I lick you . . . lower?”

“Lower?”

“Right.”

“Where—” Floyd started to say, but he cut himself off the moment he felt one of Ollie’s fingers tap his hole. “Oh!” Suddenly, his head started to swim from nervousness. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, uhm, is that too strange?”

“No, but . . .”

“I promise I’ll stop if you hate it.”

“I ain’t worried that I’ll hate it, I’m worried that you’ll hate it. I mean, it’s...”

“I know I won’t hate it,” Ollie said. “I’ve been thinking about it when I pleasure myself. I mean, Floyd, your butt is very sweet.”

“That part is sweet?”

“Well, alright, maybe sweet isn’t the perfect word. Adorable? Nah, not that either, maybe. But...” Ollie started lifting Floyd’s legs. “Can we try it?”

“Uh, yeah,” Floyd said, his heart thundering from unease. “Sure.”

As Floyd pulled his legs up toward his chest, his body started burning from embarrassment, his previously hard cock becoming soft.

“Ollie...” Floyd swallowed hard, preparing to tell Ollie they’d better try some other time, but then Ollie looked up at him with the biggest, most hopeful eyes.

“Alright, so, this part is kind of adorable,” he said.

Floyd tried to shove Ollie backward with his heel. “Stop.”

“I’m being serious, sweetheart! I think you must have the most adorable butt hole in the entire world.”

Floyd laughed a little. “Ollie! What in the heck kind of comment is that?”

“Can I please kiss you now?”

Floyd supposed he ought to let Ollie try, especially if he was strange enough to think his pucker was sweet or adorable or something.

“Yeah. Go on.”

As soon as Ollie’s tongue brushed his opening, Floyd let out a sigh, one that was sort of mixed with a moan. Because, wow, the firm-yet-wet feeling of Ollie’s tongue felt so unexpectedly nice. Ollie’s hands came to rest on the underside of Floyd’s thighs as he buried his face closer, prodding Floyd’s hole with his tongue more intensely, nearly pushing it inside. Floyd’s cock began to stiffen.

“Oh...” Lost in his pleasure, Floyd couldn’t think of one stinkin’ thing to say.

Ollie paused. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” Floyd breathed, still barely able to speak.

As soon as Ollie went back to licking him, Floyd shifted his hips, his throbbing cock now begging for release. He moved to touch himself, but Ollie’s hand shot out to stop him.

“Just try to enjoy this, sweetheart,” Ollie said. “Don’t make yourself come yet.”

“Uh-huh,” Floyd managed, still in awe of how much he really was enjoying himself.

Gosh, how could Ollie’s tongue feel so nice?

Suddenly, Ollie’s fingers were on his opening, urging him open a little, and then he flicked his tongue over the hole once more, the sensation sending a little wave of pleasure rippling through Floyd’s body and making him shudder.

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