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“Of course. You stink!”
I gasped. “Hey!” I said and squeezed my hand around his cock and balls. He hissed.
“I’m just kidding. Stop. Mercy. Mercy. Please.”
“There’s no mercy for nasty boys like you,” I told him and glanced at the pillow next to me. “Lie down. You need to be punished.”
The way he sank into the bed next to me in a flash told me all I needed to know about him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be blown too, which would be worrying for my confidence and blowjob skills. He really was time-conscious. So a quickie it would be.
“Okay, Mr. Olson. Brace yourself for the quickest orgasm you’ve ever experienced.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“If it is, it’s accepted.” I smirked and got into position.
His gloriously thick cock greeted me with a slit-wink and a ton of precum, and I wasted no time lapping it all up.
“You taste good too,” I told him and moved on to swallowing his length, which was a lot harder for me considering how much smaller I was in comparison.
But I didn’t let that deter me. I put my hand to work too, and half sucking him, half jerking him, I got the same result.
He was so good at keeping quiet that I only realized he was coming down my throat because he gasped. And because his load warmed my throat, of course. I opened my eyes and watched his face contort this way and that, yet he still didn’t look ugly.
Fucking hell. What would it take for this guy to look a tiny bit unattractive?
I was about to pull him out of my mouth when another wave of cum shot down my throat, taking me by surprise.
“Fuck,” he whispered after a moment, and I finally let go of him, only to catch a few more drops with my tongue.
He tasted so good I could have him for breakfast, lunch, and dinner without complaint.
“Jeez. Have you been saving yourself for me?” I asked when his slit finally gave up and I felt as if I’d consumed about a gallon of his essence.
“Yeah. Well, no, but kind of. I told you. I don’t really jerk off. It’s boring,” he said, and I laughed.
“So this was boring to you?”
“Not when I have company.”
I laughed again.
“All right. There was a promise of a shower or something?”
“There sure was,” he answered. He handed me a towel to cover up and led me to the bathroom.
Only he didn’t stay inside.
“Bear will wake up soon,” he said, and I nodded, disappointed.
I really wouldn’t have minded a repeat in the shower. But I understood. He had responsibilities. And I had a job to do.
After I got out, Teddy was next, and as if on cue, Bear woke up as his uncle came out of the shower, so Bear went next while I worked on breakfast.
Which was a bowl of cereal for all of us since there wasn’t much else to work with.
“Did you sleep here, Mr. Crawford?” Bear asked me, crunching on his cereal.
“You can call me Mr. Wesley, Bear,” I said. “And yes, I did. Is that okay?”
