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I tried to suck in my gut.A useless effort, but I felt I had to try.

As he undid each button, he pushed the fabric back to reveal more skin.First my sternum.Then my chest.I didn’t have much chest hair—yet another point of consternation.I wanted to look like a manly man and, to me, that meant a decent amount of chest hair.

With a start, I realized I didn’t know how much Jeremy had.The little tufts I saw poking out when he wore his shirt with several buttons undone only gave me the most tantalizing of glances.I bit my lower lip.“Will you take your shirt off?”

He cocked his head.“Sure.”He released his grip on my devilish buttons and yanked his top right over his head.

Oh yeah, that was more like it.A nice pelt of hair that just begged to be touched.

As if understanding my request, Jeremy took my hand gently in his and guided it to his chest.“This is nothing.”He encouraged me to stroke his pecs and down toward his happy trail.“Back in the day, my dad had the most chest hair I’ve ever seen on a man.It’s thinner and grayer now, but still even more abundant than mine.”He grinned.“I have to say, I was never envious.I don’t know how my mother stands being married to a gorilla.”

Despite what I thought of as a very serious situation, I laughed.“Okay, that’s fair.”

When I rested my hand on his taut abs, he resumed unbuttoning my shirt.He exposed my nipples and tweaked them.

Had to say they enjoyed the attention.

He continued down until he opened the last button.He spread the shirt wide.

Cool air hit my chest.

I tried so hard to push down the panic.The worry he’d find me disgusting.

He grinned.Then leaned over to take my nipple between his lips.He sucked it into his mouth, and then lightly nipped the tip.

My cock, which had gone a little soft, perked right back up.

After he nipped one more time, he moved to the other nipple and gave it the same attention.

I moved my hips restlessly—seeking friction—yet knowing I had to be patient.Yes, he was going to make me wait.But he wasn’t a sadist.

Right?

Well, I couldn’t be certain.But he’d promised me a blow job, and I had to believe he’d been truthful in wanting to give me one.

He dragged his tongue from my nipple to my navel.

I giggled.

He smiled.Then he blew hot air over the damp skin.

A shiver ran through me.

He moved lower still, apparently completely unconcerned about the flab of skin where my belly met my groin.He grasped my pajama bottoms.

Understanding his intention, I raised my hips enough for him to gently tug them down.

His grin as my cock sprang free was a sight I wouldn’t soon forget.He licked his lips.“Yum.”

I laughed.My belly jiggled a little, but I didn’t care as I caught his dark gaze.

He cocked his head.

I nodded.

With his gaze steady on mine, he grasped the base of my cock and slowly eased it through his fist.“Ah, I can’t wait.”

My grin matched his.