Barry Nevis, I need to talk to him.” He hurried off, burrowing his way into the crowd.
“ Hey, I’ll be right back. I see someone else I need to talk to.”
J.T. pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the people who tried to stop him and offer their best wishes. When he couldn’t find Christian, he texted him, they made arrangements to meet at J.T.’s hotel room.
Last month he had relocated Christian to Atlanta. Fortunately, Christian’s job allowed him the freedom of living wherever he wanted and when J.T. offered him the opportunity to live near him, he jumped on it. He got him an apartment in Buckhead, which Christian loved. He was close to fabulous shopping, awesome restaurants and bars. When he wasn’t at football practice he was with Christian.
J.T. stalked down the corridor to his hotel room, his body rigid with anger. Christian could’ve blown his cover tonight. “And I’m not about to let that happen,” J.T. muttered angrily to himself. Christian was waiting outside his door.
J.T.’s hands were shaking when he slid his keycard in and pushed open the door. Christian hurried in after him. J.T. slammed the door.
“ What the hell are you doing here?” he hissed.
“ I wanted to see my baby win his award,” Christian replied quietly.
“ You could’ve asked me for tickets, or at the very least tell me that you were flying to L.A. to attend the awards show.”
“ Then, I wouldn’t have been able to surprise you.” Christian kissed him on his mouth.
“ Just don’t do it again,” J.T. said softening, his anger dissipating. “I don’t like surprises.”
“ I’m sorry baby,” a contrite Christian responded. He ran his finger along the side of J.T.’s cheek. “You forgive me?”
“ Of course I do.” After a brief kiss J.T. pulled away. “I need to go.”
“ I don’t want you to,” Christian said seductively. He reached down and unbuckled J.T.’s pants.
“ What are you doing?” he asked, but he didn’t make a move to stop him. And when his pants fell to the floor, he kept silent. Christian pulled down J.T.’s underwear and pushed him against the door. J.T. didn’t complain about the cold hard door against his ass, because he was focused on Christian’s mouth on his dick.
J.T. bent his knees and pushed Christian’s head down, forcing him to take him in deeper. J.T. looked down and saw Christian’s lips wrapped around his dick. “Aw shit, baby,” he murmured and closed his eyes and let himself get lost in feeling Christian’s mouth and his tongue on his shaft.
J.T.’s hips thrust up, hitting the back of Christian’s throat. Instead of gagging, Christian grabbed J.T.’s ass, urging him on. Christian abruptly stopped and J.T. cried out his frustration. That irritation quickly turned to ecstasy when Christian took his balls into his mouth.
J.T. inhaled sharply when Christian skimmed his tongue over his globes. And his knees nearly buckled when Christian gently sucked his balls. Just as J.T. was getting used to Christian’s mouth on his balls, Christian returned to his dick.
J.T.’s cock slipped between Christian’s lips, he moved in and out his mouth. Christian stuck his finger in J.T.’s ass and J.T. babbled incoherently. He pulled out and squirted his release over Christian’s face.
Christian and J.T. took a quick shower and re-dressed in less than ten minutes.
Christian kissed J.T. “Ready to get that award big boy?”
J.T. winked at his lover. “Of course.”
Chapter 1 6
It was September and the football season had started. When J.T. wasn’t traveling, he was filming commercials for his endorsements. Since he had won an ESPY for the Athlete of the Year and one for MVP, his endorsements had quadrupled, making him busier and richer. But she didn’t miss him, she was spending all her time with Kirk. She had fallen in love with him.
Simone sat on a bar stool in Kirk’s kitchen. She looked outside, it was storming. Lightening so sharp that
“ Hey, I’ll be right back. I see someone else I need to talk to.”
J.T. pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the people who tried to stop him and offer their best wishes. When he couldn’t find Christian, he texted him, they made arrangements to meet at J.T.’s hotel room.
Last month he had relocated Christian to Atlanta. Fortunately, Christian’s job allowed him the freedom of living wherever he wanted and when J.T. offered him the opportunity to live near him, he jumped on it. He got him an apartment in Buckhead, which Christian loved. He was close to fabulous shopping, awesome restaurants and bars. When he wasn’t at football practice he was with Christian.
J.T. stalked down the corridor to his hotel room, his body rigid with anger. Christian could’ve blown his cover tonight. “And I’m not about to let that happen,” J.T. muttered angrily to himself. Christian was waiting outside his door.
J.T.’s hands were shaking when he slid his keycard in and pushed open the door. Christian hurried in after him. J.T. slammed the door.
“ What the hell are you doing here?” he hissed.
“ I wanted to see my baby win his award,” Christian replied quietly.
“ You could’ve asked me for tickets, or at the very least tell me that you were flying to L.A. to attend the awards show.”
“ Then, I wouldn’t have been able to surprise you.” Christian kissed him on his mouth.
“ Just don’t do it again,” J.T. said softening, his anger dissipating. “I don’t like surprises.”
“ I’m sorry baby,” a contrite Christian responded. He ran his finger along the side of J.T.’s cheek. “You forgive me?”
“ Of course I do.” After a brief kiss J.T. pulled away. “I need to go.”
“ I don’t want you to,” Christian said seductively. He reached down and unbuckled J.T.’s pants.
“ What are you doing?” he asked, but he didn’t make a move to stop him. And when his pants fell to the floor, he kept silent. Christian pulled down J.T.’s underwear and pushed him against the door. J.T. didn’t complain about the cold hard door against his ass, because he was focused on Christian’s mouth on his dick.
J.T. bent his knees and pushed Christian’s head down, forcing him to take him in deeper. J.T. looked down and saw Christian’s lips wrapped around his dick. “Aw shit, baby,” he murmured and closed his eyes and let himself get lost in feeling Christian’s mouth and his tongue on his shaft.
J.T.’s hips thrust up, hitting the back of Christian’s throat. Instead of gagging, Christian grabbed J.T.’s ass, urging him on. Christian abruptly stopped and J.T. cried out his frustration. That irritation quickly turned to ecstasy when Christian took his balls into his mouth.
J.T. inhaled sharply when Christian skimmed his tongue over his globes. And his knees nearly buckled when Christian gently sucked his balls. Just as J.T. was getting used to Christian’s mouth on his balls, Christian returned to his dick.
J.T.’s cock slipped between Christian’s lips, he moved in and out his mouth. Christian stuck his finger in J.T.’s ass and J.T. babbled incoherently. He pulled out and squirted his release over Christian’s face.
Christian and J.T. took a quick shower and re-dressed in less than ten minutes.
Christian kissed J.T. “Ready to get that award big boy?”
J.T. winked at his lover. “Of course.”
Chapter 1 6
It was September and the football season had started. When J.T. wasn’t traveling, he was filming commercials for his endorsements. Since he had won an ESPY for the Athlete of the Year and one for MVP, his endorsements had quadrupled, making him busier and richer. But she didn’t miss him, she was spending all her time with Kirk. She had fallen in love with him.
Simone sat on a bar stool in Kirk’s kitchen. She looked outside, it was storming. Lightening so sharp that
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