Page 40 of The Guy Next Door

“I’m gonna come, Zane.” He speeds up his mouth against my shaft and gives my prostate the extra caress it needs to send me over the edge, shooting across my stomach as I’m lost in a sea of bursts and jolts, twisting and contorting as I lose control of my body until I finally regain some of my senses again.

I feel more warmth on my belly and realize Zane’s licking up the mess I made, sucking until it’s all cleaned up.

With his fingers still inside me, he looks up, a trail of cum dripping from his bottom lip back onto me. He beams, wearing a cocky smirk, surely because he knows everything that just happened was his doing.

And I’m suddenly aware of what this interest in my ass was all about.

And why I was right to let Zane be the man who showed me exactly how good it could feel.

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ZANE

Ican feelhim dripping down my chin.

It felt so good to have my lips against his cock, my fingers deep in him as I teased his nipple with my other hand, feeling his body vibrating with pleasure as he shot.

And tasting him… I almost feel guilty that, of all the meals he’s made me, this one was the best.

I started off in his chair, feeling so in control, but now I’m hunched over, like a monster devouring his cum; although, he doesn’t seem to mind. He watches me as I thumb my chin and slide it into my mouth, savoring the last drop.

“No. You kept insisting I was straight.”

I’ve never been so happy to be so fucking wrong.

My mind’s spinning, my cock stiff as a brick.

“Did you want to get off?” he asks.

Of course he would ask. So fucking considerate. So fucking kind. So fucking Leif.

“I’m glad I didn’t bust my nut while I was doing that.” Because I was getting close. “You don’t mind?” I ask.

He’s the one who suggested it, so why am I asking for permission?

Maybe I’m waiting for him to realize we made a horrible mistake and tell me to get the fuck out of his house.

“Do I look like I mind?” he asks with a chuckle.

I rise back up, unfastening my belt, when I realize I’m still wearing my jacket. That’s probably why I’m sweating like amotherfucker. I unzip it and tear it off, discarding it on the chair before dropping my pants and my underwear.

He sits up, his eyes fixed on my cock.

“And here I thought you were asking selflessly,” I say, “but you only wanted to see my dick.”

“Can’t I want both?” he asks with an adorable laugh, before adding, “That’s very big.”

“You surprised that a guy who’s five-four can have a cock like this?”

He chuckles again, his face turning red.

“Really? I just had three fingers in you and that’s what makes you blush?”

But, fuck, I love that I made him blush.

For once, I’m not the most awkward guy in the room.

I lean over to the nightstand and snatch the lube. I’m about to squirt some for my cock, but I hesitate. “Unless you wanted to try something else new? See what it feels like between those beautiful lips?”

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