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“No. Yes. Well, I want all of it. Just gimme. I’m a selfish bitch when it comes to you.”

His hand leaves my cock, and he reaches out, pulling me onto him.I scramble this way and that, finally deciding I want to suck his cock, want to choke on it, want to drink his cum for a pre-dinner snack.

His fingers dig into my hips, obviously having the same idea, and he pulls me backward, so I’m sitting right over his face. I can feel his warm breath against my skin, the brush of his stubble on my ass cheeks. I’m not going to survive this.

I’m going to need to be resuscitated after I come my brains out.

“You have a nice ass,” he murmurs, kissing one of my cheeks softly.

I bite back a pathetic whimper.

His fingers spread my ass cheeks wider, my hole on display, and I bite back another whine.

“Look at you,” he mutters, obviously impressed by what he sees. I mean, my ass is quite majestic. But this is Dean. I never know what he’s going to think. He was straight a few days ago and now he’s here, about to rim the life out of me.

“What do you think?” I breathe.

“I think it’s very pretty.”

My fingers curl into his thighs as he inhales deeply, his tongue peeking out and dragging up my crack slowly. I can’t help but screw my eyes shut, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. Oh fuck. Fuck me. This is too much. How Dean went from not even looking my way a few weeks ago to eating my ass right now is too much.

I’m not going to last.

I’m half dead. My soul is already outside of my body. I’m looking down on us like some kind of ghost.

“You smell real good,” he says, his words making my dick twitch.

“I washed really well,” I whisper as his tongue swirls around my entrance. I feel it, the wet glide of him tasting me, touching me. Not entering, but teasing.

I shift backward a little more, inviting him to move deeper, but he doesn’t. He just continues to rim me, to play with my hole. So I lean down, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, to show him I can play that game as well, and I’m very good at it. Very motivated. The best, actually.

My mouth finds the head of his cock, and I suck it between my lips. Dean groans, his tongue jerking forward and breaching me for amoment before retreating. Oh, I like that. I really fucking do. So I do it again, letting my mouth guide his. We push and pull, teasing each other until we’re both groaning, his shaft halfway down my throat, his tongue pulsing inside of me. His hand has snuck between my legs and is tugging on my cock, making me shake and shiver with pent-up lust, with the need to come.

My head bobs, drool leaking down onto the sheets as I suck him harder. And my ass isn’t much better. It’s wet, sloppy, and open. Dean’s tongue is sliding in and out of me, a slow, deliberate fuck. And meanwhile, I’m just a twisted, pent-up body, making the filthiest sounds as I slurp and moan around him, my hole clenching wildly.

I’m close and so is he. I can feel the flex of his muscles beneath my hands, can feel the way his balls have grown hard and heavy.

His hand tightens on my dick, and I hollow out my cheeks in response.

Dean groans, the sound moving into my entrance and lighting me on fire. I need more. I want it. I want to come. I shift backward, fucking down onto his face as I drag him in and out of my mouth. Oh fuck. The way he’s eating me, the slide of his tongue, the way his fist is shuttling up and down my cock.

I can’t…I won’t…oh fuck.

With a low, muffled shout, I explode, my cock jerking in his palm as I unload onto his chest. Dean continues to lick inside of me as I shake and moan, slobbering around his dick until he finally tenses and his cum spills into my mouth, my name on his lips.

I swallow everything, letting it slide down my throat, holding his cock in my mouth until he starts softening. It’s only then that I let him go.

Fuck, I can’t believe this happened to me. I can’t believe this is my life right now.

Rolling to my side, I gulp down air, trying to bring myself back to reality. Only…this is my reality. One where Dean lets me suck his dick while eating my ass. This is my life now. I’m so damn proud.

I’m the proudest gay man on the planet.

This is what I’ve wished for since meeting him, and I got it.

Karma is the best bitch.

Dean grumbles at how far I am from him, shifting slightly until I’m dragged up his body. We’re both overly warm, still wet and messy from seconds ago.

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