Page 37 of The Token Yank

His cock disappeared into those pink lips. Eamonn grabbed his hair and pushed his head down, moaning for the whole pitch tohear.

Eamonn laid back and stared through the netting at the red and purple streaks flaring in the sky. “Fuck, mate, I’m gonnacome.”

But Rafe didn’t move away from his cock. He continued to bob and down. “You’re going take my load in my mouth?” Eamonn teased.God, that would be so bloody hot.“You’re going to swallow mycome?”

Rafe looked at him with a twinkle in his eye, something he would never forget for his entire life, a look that Eamonn felt in his heart as much as he did hiscock.

“Fuck!” He jerked his hips up and drenched Rafe’smouth.

Rafe took every last drop. As Eamonn came back to earth, he heard Rafe grunt with orgasm. His leg got very warm all of asudden.

Eamonn sat up. “Did you spunk on mytrousers?”

“Sorry.” Rafe tried to wipe it up with his hand, but he was making more of amess.

“Forget it. Come over here.” He patted the patch of grass. Rafe lay down beside him. He held him close and breathed him in. Before he realized it, he kissed Rafe on the forehead, then the lips. They watched the final seconds of the day slip behind the horizon. It was the ideal cap to theevening.