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“Oh, well, that changes everything. A man who brings morning cake in exchange for sex is definitely someone I need in my life.” I ran over and jumped onto the bed beside him.

“I thought I might whet your appetite.”

“You in my bed – at this time – is all I need. I like a little bitter with my sweets.” I pushed myself up on top of him. “Please tell me that you’re naked under here.”

“I’m wearing a suit.”

“I think I need to peel the layers back.” I slid the covers down, and there was his dark, tanned skin naked under the covers. His smooth chest was firmer than I had ever seen it. He looked so innocent, but I knew better. His dark curls framed his face, and he was as beautiful as he had always been to me.

“God… Do you mean this is all mine now?” He wrapped his hand around my shaft, and I chuckled as he stroked it.

“I mean, we don’t really need to get to… oh… god… know each other, so…”

“Will you tattoo my name on it?” He smirked.

“I plan on tattooing my name all over you so everyone can see what a little morning slut you are.”

“I think I like it when you talk nasty.”

“How about no more talking?” I bent down and kissed him. My stubble burned his face as my passion poured out of me and into him. I had wanted this all night, for months, the moment I realized what I had let get away.

I nipped at his bottom lip and opened my mouth as his tongue slid against mine. My hands ran down his smooth chest and I found his cock – so warm and hard. He moaned into me as his hand slid over my torso.

“I want…” He moaned loudly, and I knew what he needed. I knew him too well. I had heard about his sexual escapades for years as we shared the most intimate details of our adventures together.

I pulled my lips away and chuckled as I scooted up. My cock bounced against his chin and he opened his mouth happily. His eyes glazed over as he took it in his hand and stared up at me. “I think you are so beautiful.”

“I think you are… ooooh.” He slid my helmet into his mouth, and his tongue ran around my glans. “Damn…”

His hands pressed against my ass cheeks as he cupped them. I slid myself deeper into his mouth and slowly let myself go all the way in. He didn’t gag. He had always been proud that he didn’t have a gag reflex and my seven-inch dick was also pretty damn wide. Beer can was the name my frat had given me all those years ago, and it was fitting.

He slurped on my cock as I pistoned in and out of his mouth. His lips were clamped to my shaft so tightly that it was heaven. His moans told me how much he loved it. Martin was a man who liked to be used by his lover. Most men had never been able to keep up with him, and honestly, it was a challenge that I knew I could handle.

We had been made for each other.

How had it taken us this long to realize it?

My balls bounced against his chin. I groaned as Marti pulled on my balls and wrapped his fingers around them. Fuck… He was so… good at this. No, not good. Marti was giving me the best blow job I had ever had. His tongue lapped at my helmet with every thrust out, and his throat opened with every thrust in.

“Jesus… You’re… Fuck Marti…”

He chuckled and patted me on the belly. I slowly freed my cock from his mouth.

“You always talk about going to pound town… So…”

“I do not call it pound town.

“Yes, you have. You told me that most bottoms couldn’t handle your pounding when you took them to pound town.”

“Did I?”

“Yes, we were in our thirties when you said it. I remember because I told you to never say that again. But, Ryder… I want to be taken to pound town, very, very badly.”

I jumped off him and pulled the cover completely off his newly toned body. His cock stood up at attention. He rolled over and giggled.

“You sure? I’m not sure you can handle it,” I chuckled.

“Oh, shut up and fuck me or you are not getting any cake.” He spread his ass cheeks apart.