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“He’s crying.”

“He wants to cry for me. Do you need to leave?”

“No,” Reggie replies. “I know he likes it. I don’t know why it’s weird for me to see.”

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I think it’s hot, but then my brain tells me I shouldn’t,” Reggie admits.

“Kneel beside him,” Sir tells my friend. “And remember, you can go at any moment.”

Reggie chooses to kneel.

“Reach beneath him. Feel his cock.”

Reggie does, and I whimper at his hand on my achingly hard erection.

“Damn…he’s really fucking hard. I am too, but…”

“I know. Having an erection isn’t consent, it doesn’t mean someone wants something. What do you say if you want me to stop?” Sir asks me.

“Red.”

“Slow down?”

“Yellow.”

“If you want me to keep going?”

“Green.”

“What’s your color right now?”

“Green…so much green.” I look at Reggie, who is watching me, and see something change in his expression, something good. I don’t know what he sees in my face, but whatever it is tells him how much I crave this. How much I fucking love it. “It’s amazing, Reg.”

He nods. “It’s really hot. He’s right, you’re beautiful like this.” He grins, reaches over, and cups my face. I nuzzle into his palm,feeling overwhelming relief at the complete acceptance from my best friend and the man I love. “Can I watch from here, Marsh?”

“Yes. Thank you for wanting to take care of him. That’s all I want for him, and I’m glad he has you,” Marshall says, and something about those words and the two of them together opens the floodgates even more. Emotion surges to the surface, my tears for a whole new reason now.

Smack!

“Twelve! Thank you, Sir!”

Smack!

“Thirteen! Thank you, Sir!”

Reggie keeps one hand on me and one on his cock, rubbing it through his nylon shorts, the bulge obvious. He likes this but feels he shouldn’t.

Smack!

I wince, this one much harder than the others. My ass is on fire, but I welcome the burn.

“Fourteen! Thank you, Sir!”

Smack!

“Fifteen. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

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