Page 36 of The Token Yank

“Grab that cock,” Eamonn whispered into his ear. Rafe moaned inresponse.

Rafe’s greedy hands dove into his pants, playing with his balls. And then they wereout.

“What is it?” Eamonn asked when Rafe pulled his handsaway.

“You’re uncircumcised.” Rafe said it almost like aquestion.

“Yeah…Is that a problem?” The quickest way to kill a guy’s hard-on was to talk aboutit.

“No. I’vejust…”

“They don’t have uncut cocks back inAmerica?”

“I’ve never been with one. I’m not sure what to do. I don’t want to hurt you.” Rafe looked down, embarrassed. And now Eamonn felt bad for putting Rafe on thespot.

“It’s the same as what you’ve got, just a little extra.” He meant that in more ways than one since he noticed that he was thicker than Rafe. “I’ll teachyou.”

If he could teach him to punch, he could show himthis.

“Come here,” Eamonn commanded. Rafe did as instructed, turning around and standing in front of Eamonn. “It’s easier to demonstrate thisway.”

He took Rafe’s hand and placed it back in his pants, where his uncut cock was already hard again. He had Rafe rub him softly, being sure not to pull on the extraskin.

“Just like that, mate.” Since he was so close to Rafe’s neck, he gave it some kisses just below hisear.

“Stroke it slowly. Up and down, just likethat.”

He could tell Rafe wanted to go faster, but Eamonn maintained a firm grip on his wrist. As like before, Rafe was a fast learner. Eamonn nibbled on his ear lobe. “This feels so fucking good,” he whispered in hisear.

He fucked Rafe’s hand and moaned into Rafe’s neck. Then he reached around and slid his hand back into Rafe’s jeans, where the Yank was alreadyprimed.

He stroked Rafe and Rafe stroked him. It was a perfectmatch.

“How am I doing?” Rafeasked.

“Fucking amazing. You’re gonna make me come all over thispitch.”

Birds chirped around them and a light breeze rustled the grass. Eamonn’s cock was a fucking cannon. He tortured Rafe with a consistently slow and measured wank. Rafe turned his head for a kiss, and Eamonn’s tongue dipped into his mouth while their hands beat each other off. Rafe was the first guy he’d been with since Nathan, and it was as if he was waking up from a long sleep and feeling the morning sunshine on hisface.

“Since I’m such a fast learner, maybe you could teach me how to suck you offnext.”

Holy shit.“When isnext?”

“Rightnow.”

Eamonn didn’t have to be asked twice. He lay on the ground inside the goal. His thick cock stuck straight up, his sensitive head red like a beacon. He motioned for Rafe to kneel besidehim.

“Take that cock in your mouth.” That was the extent of Eamonn’s instruction, though. Once his dick entered Rafe, Eamonn lost the ability to give coherent thoughts. “Just like that, mate,” he barelysaid.

Rafe’s mouth was like a bloody five-star hotel for his dick. He took Eamonn slowly, making sure to be gentle to thehead.

“Shove that cock in your mouth,mate.”

Rafe complied. Eamonn grunted when his cock hit the back of Rafe’s throat. Rafe gagged on it and had to take a second to catch hisbreath.

“You sure you’re abeginner?”

“I’m an overachiever.” Lust burned in Rafe’s eyes, that same intensity from when they were sparring. Eamonn had to catch his breath,too.