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“I wanna ride you, Jimmy.”

“What?”

He smiled a devious smile and glanced down at my cock.I could feel that ’twas already swelling with renewed hunger.The injury from my fall had not dimmed my ability to get hard for this man, that was certain.

“Well, you oughtn’t to strain yourself if you wanna ride out with us tomorrow.So, I figure, once you got your stand back, I’ll get onto you and do all the work.”He grinned wider.“Then you can watch me.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”he laughed, raising his eyebrows.“That’s all you got to say?”

“No.I mean, I would like that”—I swallowed thickly, picturing it—“very much.”

He flashed me a sly look.“Okay.But first I gotta get you hard again, don’t I?”

“Won’t take long, I reckon.I’m already halfway there.”

“Good,” he said, and shuffled back on me, taking my cock in his hands and bending down to use his mouth again.

I groaned as I watched this charming, wild boy, who had killed a mad dog with one shot, treat my cock like ’twas the most precious thing in all the world, teasing it and licking it, bringing it to a solid stand in a matter of moments.The sight of it did as much for me as the touch.Oscar crouched on the sheets, his ass in the air, swaying wantonly back and forth like he was imagining what ’twould feel like to have my cock inside him.

“You know what would really get me goin’ again, you naughty thing?”I said, gazing down upon the top of his head as his gaze flicked up to mine and held it.“You, ass up, o’er my knee.”

Oscar groaned, then let my cock slide from his mouth, as he rutted against the mattress.

“But, Jimmy,” he murmured, his lips shiny with spittle, “what do I gotta get punished for?”

“Oh, I’m sure I can think of somethin’.”

“Fine,” he said, pretending to be put upon, as if the thought of it was so trying and he was doing me a favor by cooperating, when I could tell by the way his cheeks pinked and his breathing quickened that he wanted that spanking more’n anything.

“O’er my lap, then.Hurry up,” I said, with a sternness I knew he’d like.

“Yes, sir,” Oscar breathed out.He gave my cock a final lick and climbed atop me, arranging himself on hands and knees above my lap.“I ain’t gonna lie on you, ’cause that might bother your healin’, so you’ll have to figure it out like this,” he said, gazing at me with innocence as my hand went to his smooth, plump bottom and cupped it, my breathing speeding up with the anticipation of it.

“All right.I can work with it.”

I played my fingers along his cleft, sliding them and brushing the tips o’er his hole as he shuddered and moaned.

“Come on, Jimmy,” he groaned, licking his lips.

“I’m gonna take my time with you, Oscar,” I murmured.“We got all night.”

“All night!Ain’t we gonna get some sleep?”

I sighed, slipping my hand under him to play with his stand as he slitted his eyes and groaned again.

“I suppose we might…but not for a while,” I said, giving him a light slap to start things off.

Oscar closed his eyes and moaned.“Harder.”

I slapped his ass again.

“Oh fuck.Like that.Oh, Jimmy.”

I loved him this way—wanton and wild.His face went through so many emotions as I pinked his ass up good that I sent another prayer of thanks to whatever deity had blessed me.

“You’re my naughty boy, ain’t you?You like to tease me past the point of tolerance…”