“YES!”he shouted as he was being milked.
Someone was brutalizing his erection—just like he had all of those years ago.
Some things never changed.
“I’m close,” he whispered, knowing that he was about to slip from the edge, and cum. What took random strangers a lot of alcohol and pain only took D’Artangnan a simple blowjob to get him off.
That said it all.
It was quite a scene staring down at the big man on his knees as he thanked the universe that he was given another chance in life.
Because of this man’s mouth, Graham’s balls had tucked back up into his sack, and he knew the eruption was coming.
Bet.
On.
It.
“Please,” he begged, knowing the man would understand.
And he did.
Michael felt the quiver, and how his dick tensed as he was about to blow. So, he slipped him deeper down his throat, and slipped his fingers into his ass.
And that was all it took.
Graham exploded, his whole body bucking in release at an orgasm that rocked his being.
He.
Came.
Hard.
“Oh, God!” he shouted, as he nearly slipped down the wall. Had it not been for the man’s hands, holding him up, Graham would have been boneless on the floor.
Michael swallowed, and stared up at the man.
On his face, there was rapture.
Yeah, it was exactly the same as it had been, and for that, he was thankful.
Getting up, he left the man against the wall, and he grabbed the soap. He began washing himself, but his eyes never left Graham.
When he finally opened his eyes, there was such need in them.
When he wiggled his finger, motioning him toward him, Graham obeyed.
He was before him, and their mouths were fused together, all over again.
And the kiss was mind-numbing.
Graham couldn’t think.
He was on auto-pilot. All he wanted was to give this man so much pleasure.
Because he loved him still.
