gently cupped Max’s balls. He rolled the furry sac in his palm as he sucked Max’s cock to the back of his throat.
Bo swallowed, knowing the constriction would demolish whatever control Max had
left, and it did. Max groaned and fisted his hands in Bo’s hair, then did what Bo had been hoping he would. Max began thrusting, holding Bo’s head still, fucking his hard dick into Bo’s mouth, into his throat. Bo fought the instinct to gag as he revelled in each push and MILES TO GO
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bump, in driving Max this far out of his normally easy-going state. He loved knowing he had done this to and for this particular man.
Max started pumping harder, faster, and Bo sucked and laved, teasing the fat vein, the slit, the little bundle of nerves on the underside of the crown. Max was grunting with each thrust. Then as Bo slid his fingers beyond Max’s balls to stroke the soft skin behind them, Max began gasping out Bo’s name over and over.
Bo fought against slipping his fingers further back to tickle Max’s hole, afraid that would freak the man out and end this perfect blowjob. He released his grip on Max’s cock and grabbed a handful of ass instead. Bo’s throat and lips were taking a battering, but it was the hottest thing he’d ever done by far. He returned his other hand to Max’s balls and squeezed gently.
Max’s thrusts became short and jerky as a guttural sound was ripped from him. His fingers were clenched and entrenched in Bo’s hair, jerking the strands painfully as Max shouted and buried his cock deep. Bo felt the first warm spurt in his throat then pulled his head back despite Max’s hold on him.
Hot bursts of spunk filled his mouth, Max’s voice filled the air, and Bo filled his briefs, coming in his underwear like he hadn’t since he was a kid. It was completely unexpected and definitely distracting since Bo had never climaxed without some stimulation to his dick, not when blowing a guy, at least.
Bo realised he still had his hand clamped on one sweaty butt cheek. Max was still trembling, hopefully from the intensity of his orgasm. Bo looked up at him and realised that wasn’t the reason for Max’s shakes after all. The man looked mortified, and angry. Those weren’t the feelings Bo had hoped to inspire in him and his heart started beating double time as he tried to fight back panic. How had he fucked this up?
Sliding both of his hands up to Max’s waist, Bo tried to figure out what was going on in the other man’s head. Max refused to meet his eyes—his Adam’s apple bobbed repeatedly as he stared at some spot above Bo’s head.
If Bo didn’t know better, he’d have thought Max hadn’t been ready for a blowjob. But that wasn’t possible—all men were ready for blowjobs pretty much all the time. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Bo realised that all those men he was thinking about were the sluts he used to fuck around with, and yeah, he’d been a huge slut, too.
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But Max…Max wasn’t like them, or like Bo. He was the best man Bo had ever known, and Bo’d just kind of bulldozed the guy. Bo felt worse than he did right after he got the shit beaten out of him. How did he fix this?
He didn’t know, but he damn sure had to try. He gently squeezed Max’s waist, hoping to get the man to look at him. “Hey, Max? You okay there? I’m sorry if…”
Max swallowed loudly and jerked. He nodded and began pulling his pants back up,
still avoiding Bo’s gaze. He sidestepped, making it impossible for Bo to keep his grip on Max’s waist.
“Max?” Bo couldn’t help the squeak to his voice. He was utterly terrified. “Maxie? Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He wanted to know how he’d so badly misjudged the situation.
Max hadn’t said no, hadn’t tried to push him away or anything, and he’d seemed to enjoy the blowjob. Not that it was obvious now.
Max looked at him like he was crazy for a moment, then turned and
Bo swallowed, knowing the constriction would demolish whatever control Max had
left, and it did. Max groaned and fisted his hands in Bo’s hair, then did what Bo had been hoping he would. Max began thrusting, holding Bo’s head still, fucking his hard dick into Bo’s mouth, into his throat. Bo fought the instinct to gag as he revelled in each push and MILES TO GO
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bump, in driving Max this far out of his normally easy-going state. He loved knowing he had done this to and for this particular man.
Max started pumping harder, faster, and Bo sucked and laved, teasing the fat vein, the slit, the little bundle of nerves on the underside of the crown. Max was grunting with each thrust. Then as Bo slid his fingers beyond Max’s balls to stroke the soft skin behind them, Max began gasping out Bo’s name over and over.
Bo fought against slipping his fingers further back to tickle Max’s hole, afraid that would freak the man out and end this perfect blowjob. He released his grip on Max’s cock and grabbed a handful of ass instead. Bo’s throat and lips were taking a battering, but it was the hottest thing he’d ever done by far. He returned his other hand to Max’s balls and squeezed gently.
Max’s thrusts became short and jerky as a guttural sound was ripped from him. His fingers were clenched and entrenched in Bo’s hair, jerking the strands painfully as Max shouted and buried his cock deep. Bo felt the first warm spurt in his throat then pulled his head back despite Max’s hold on him.
Hot bursts of spunk filled his mouth, Max’s voice filled the air, and Bo filled his briefs, coming in his underwear like he hadn’t since he was a kid. It was completely unexpected and definitely distracting since Bo had never climaxed without some stimulation to his dick, not when blowing a guy, at least.
Bo realised he still had his hand clamped on one sweaty butt cheek. Max was still trembling, hopefully from the intensity of his orgasm. Bo looked up at him and realised that wasn’t the reason for Max’s shakes after all. The man looked mortified, and angry. Those weren’t the feelings Bo had hoped to inspire in him and his heart started beating double time as he tried to fight back panic. How had he fucked this up?
Sliding both of his hands up to Max’s waist, Bo tried to figure out what was going on in the other man’s head. Max refused to meet his eyes—his Adam’s apple bobbed repeatedly as he stared at some spot above Bo’s head.
If Bo didn’t know better, he’d have thought Max hadn’t been ready for a blowjob. But that wasn’t possible—all men were ready for blowjobs pretty much all the time. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Bo realised that all those men he was thinking about were the sluts he used to fuck around with, and yeah, he’d been a huge slut, too.
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But Max…Max wasn’t like them, or like Bo. He was the best man Bo had ever known, and Bo’d just kind of bulldozed the guy. Bo felt worse than he did right after he got the shit beaten out of him. How did he fix this?
He didn’t know, but he damn sure had to try. He gently squeezed Max’s waist, hoping to get the man to look at him. “Hey, Max? You okay there? I’m sorry if…”
Max swallowed loudly and jerked. He nodded and began pulling his pants back up,
still avoiding Bo’s gaze. He sidestepped, making it impossible for Bo to keep his grip on Max’s waist.
“Max?” Bo couldn’t help the squeak to his voice. He was utterly terrified. “Maxie? Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He wanted to know how he’d so badly misjudged the situation.
Max hadn’t said no, hadn’t tried to push him away or anything, and he’d seemed to enjoy the blowjob. Not that it was obvious now.
Max looked at him like he was crazy for a moment, then turned and
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