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But it’s when he sinks to his knees and tugs my jeans down that I nearly lose my mind.

“What—” I begin, but before I can even get the sentence out, he’s wrapping his lips around my cock and sucking it to the back of his throat. He doesn’t even gag, just hums around the length.“Oh my god.”

Never in my life has someone sucked my cock like this, happily and seeming to enjoy every second. His head is bobbing slowly, his eyes closed, his hands on my bare ass as he pulls me into him each time. He’s savoring it, dragging it out and making me slowly lose the ability to remain standing.

I can do nothing but hold on to his hair, showing him how fast I need him to move, and he takes my guidance, shuffling on his knees to get closer, pulling the length of me down his throat and swallowing.

And that’s when I nearly pass out. The sounds coming from my throat are feral and wild. I can’t hang on any longer.

“Fuck, Simon…fucking hell…I’m gonna come,” I groan and instead of backing off, he attacks me with fervor, and I know that there’s nothing I can do when he’s sucking me like that.

So I let myself go, releasing into his hot, wet mouth as he drinks me down.

And then he’s popping off of me, sitting back on his heels and gulping down air. My vision is blurry, my legs shaking with the strain of standing so I lean against the wall so I don’t topple over.

“Need to lie down,” I manage to rasp as I reach down to help Simon to his feet. As he rises, I can make out that his lips are swollen and his chin is wet.

I wipe it away gently with my thumb and he kisses the inside of my palm and nips at my fingers. It only lights up my cock, the way his mouth moves.

I will forever look at those lips and envision them wrapped around my dick. I can’t ever unsee that, and I never want to.

Kicking off our pants, we walk to the bed. It’s there that I rip off my shirt and fall face-first onto my pillow, my entire body tingling with the aftershocks of one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.

It’s only a minute later, that I realize Simon isn’t joining me. Looking back, I see him standing at the end of the bed, his teeth worrying his bottom lip. He’s still completely naked and looking far too enticing. No man has a right to be this beautiful, I think.

“Get your hot ass over here,” I say and then pat the space next to me.

He seems to think it over before crawling up next to me, and my eyes can’t help but watch him move, the way his lean muscles bunch and flex, the way his balls swing between his legs.

Never thought I’d like those, but now I kind of want to touch them.

He lowers himself beside me, our faces just inches apart.

“That’s better.”

He blinks at me, those dark eyes warming.

“You suck dick real good, man.”

He blushes, and I smile at him. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

He doesn’t answer, and I’m glad he doesn’t. Don’t really wanna know the answer, if I’m being honest.

“You were really good too,” he says softly, and I beam at him like an idiot.

“Not so bad for my first time.”

“No. It was perfect.”

His cheeks darken even more, and I can’t help but lean forward and press my lips to his. We kiss for a few minutes, the movements tender and gentle, before laying back down and just staring into each other’s eyes.

“I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay until morning and then I want you to stay some more.”

His eyelashes flutter at my admission.

“Are you still not gay?” he asks, and I sigh, rolling over and staring at the ceiling.

“Not sure what I am, Simon. Seems I’m a bit gay for you though, huh?” I turn my head and watch him, the subtle change in his eyes. “Does it matter?”

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