Page 62 of Judging Duke

He raised his arms above his head, lounging seductively, one leg bent.

What had I done to get this lucky? The one guy I’d dreamt of, fantasised about, was standing in front of me, his cock begging to be sucked.

I wasted no time and carried on where we’d left off. He fucked my face with more vigour.

I could barely breathe but who needed air anyway. I wanted his cum, either down my throat or coating my face, I didn’t care.

I fucked my own hand, ignoring the pain in my knees from the hard floor. All that mattered was us climbing the height of our orgasms and coming.

Being outside, with the possibility of being seen, had me even more aroused, and in no time, I was coming, coating my hand with warm, sticky spunk.

Duke stuttered in his thrusts and grunted, shooting his hot release down my throat.

I guzzled it down, each spurt releasing less and less until it was all gone and his dick softened.

“Jesus Christ, Simon.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood, holding my now limp cock and cooling release.

“Best get cleaned up,” I said, heading for the open door.

Duke pulled me to him, his lips covering mine. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth. There was no doubt he’d be able to still taste himself.

“Nice,” he said, slipping through the door.

He collapsed on the bed, his soft dick resting on his thigh. He was still impressive, and I admired his body again, noting the darkness of his cock and balls compared to the rest of his skin.

Unsure what to do with myself, I reached for my clothes.

“Stay. No need to rush off just yet.”

“Nah. I’m just gonna go back to my room. I’ll probably take a shower.”

“Okay, and thanks. It was great.”

Was that all it was? I didn’t know what I was expecting, and I guess I was skipping out on him as well, but he’d changed the meaning of what I thought was something hot and what we both wanted to something of pure gratification on his part.

Yes, I’d come as well, but as much as I’d hated the guy, I expected a little more than just being a quick fuck on the balcony.

I certainly didn’t have feelings for him, but I couldn’t help but feel used and just a bit dirty.

I walked to the shared bathroom and showered quickly. I rushed back to my room and lay on my bed, thinking about what had just happened.

Jesus, Simon. A month ago, you hated Duke, and now here you are with your feelings hurt. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Giving myself a good talking-to wasn’t helping.

I’d call Robbie. That always brought back the deep loathing I had for Duke. Maybe that’s what I needed.

I grabbed my phone and dialled.

“Robbie. How you doing?” I sat naked on the bed, the room hot from the afternoon sun.

“I’m better, thanks. Carlos has been cheering me up and punishing me at the same time.” He was panting, barely able to speak.

“What’s he got you doing?”

“Just some reps—physio. That type of thing. How goes the sex?”

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