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He couldn’t bring his legs together, so he simply lay there and let me play with him.I took my time, too.We didn’t have anywhere to go or anything else we needed to do.This was exactly what we both needed.

I was so much recovered that my injury didn’t twinge or ache at all no more, and I figured ’twas time to take my boy in hand right proper—and believe me, I did.

Once I had him squirming and gasping, I bent to him and licked across his hungry hole, making him cry out.

“Jimmy!”

“Yeah?”I said, licking him again.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

“Ain’t no use callin’ out to Him, you godless, wanton thing.He ain’t gonna help you.”

“I know it.I don’t want Him.I want you, Jimmy.”

“You’re gettin’ me right now, the way I want you to have me.So be quiet and let me worship you.”

He was quiet then, as much as he could be, as I used my tongue and fingers to drive him into a state of barely contained frenzy.By the time I had him about ready to explode, I stopped and moved up ahead of him on the mattress.

He watched me, his gaze dark and intense, as I settled with my back against the headboard and my legs spread to either side of him, stroking my cock in a lazy, anticipatory fashion.

“What are you doin’?”Oscar asked in a breathy, barely-there voice.

“Waitin’.”

“For what?”

“This.”

I let go of my cock and slid my hands under Oscar’s arms, pulling him forward, so that he was in a good position to take my cock down his throat.

He didn’t need any prompting.As soon as I’d placed him where I wanted him, he planted his hands on the bed either side of my hips and swallowed me up.

I cried out at the intense and sudden pleasure, shifting so Oscar could take as much of me as he could manage—and he could manage quite a bit.The choking noises he made as he hungrily went at me were the icing on the cake, as was the sight of his ankles bound to the stiff bar that kept his legs spread for me, for whenever I was ready.

Which was sooner rather than later.

“Stop, stop,” I said, pushing at his shoulder to get him to back off.“I don’t wanna spend in your mouth.”

Oscar pulled off me with a slurp and a wink.

“Where you gonna spend, Jimmy?”

I gazed at the upstart who had stolen my heart all that time ago in Dawson City.

“You know where.”

“Tell me.”

I stroked the hair back from his forehead as we held each other’s gazes.Then I cupped his face and said, “I’m gonna spend so deep inside you, you might well get with child—especially ’cause there’s gonna be a quart of it.”

His face took on a look of agony and he groaned.“Do it.Fuck me deep and hard.I’ll be your good boy and take it all.”

“I know you will,” I said.

I kissed him hard and thrust my tongue in his willing mouth, then let him go and pulled away, moving out from under him and sliding off the bed.I walked around, admiring how he was placed, spread and waiting for me.

“I need to remember how this looks,” I said.“This bar sure is a handy thing.”