“You’re so fucking wet.”
“It’s your fault. It’s all your fault.”
With Ralph snug in hand, Bo reversed his exploration—this time with his mouth, stopping briefly at Ralph’s fuzzy belly, his tongue darting in the button, inspecting the crevice.
Below, he nuzzled his furry face in Ralph’s groin, pulling Ralph’s stiff cock down and out of the way like a lever. Ralph squirmed beneath him, his hips elevating, lifting Bo with his pelvis.
Bo forced him back down. He moved off the mattress and positioned himself between Ralph’s spread legs. Ralph’s cock was pointing straight up now, clear droplets seeping steadily from the eye at the tip, and flowing down its plump underside, shimmering in the firelight. It throbbed, a slight motion as if beckoning for someone to please twist the tap and release the flow.
Bo opened his mouth and took him in, letting Ralph’s cock rest on his tongue, tasting the slick, salty deliciousness. He closed his lips about halfway down, curling his tongue and cradling Ralph, gently stroking the underbelly with his firm, wet muscle.
Ralph came up on his elbows, watching with excruciating fascination.
Bo slid powerful hands up Ralph’s inner thighs. He closed in, isolating and compartmentalizing Ralph’s genitalia, his fingers on top and his thumbs beneath the ball-sack, kneading there. His head sank lower down the shaft.
Ralph gasped. Liquid filled Bo’s mouth as if it were over and done—but it wasn’t the prize milk from a climax, just Ralph continuing to ooze from his drippy fire-hose, stimulated from Bo’s tantalizing tongue-work.
Bo stayed there for a moment, his nose deep in Ralph’s thatch, breathing in the fragrance of fresh soap. When he finally reversed, removing Ralph’s swollen and reddened member from his mouth, he squeezed it tight. “That was awesome. You’re a leaky motherfucker, Ralph. And you taste a helluva lot better than that tequila.”
Ralph opened his eyes, dizzily. “We’ve got to switch this up,” he said. “I need a distraction, or I’m gonna blow.”
Bo leered at him. “I want you to fuck me with this, Ralph. I want you to split me with this sweet, fat dick of yours.”
Ralph sat up. He kissed Bo, whispering into his mouth. “I was so hoping you were a bottom... not that I wouldn’t gladly share my ass with you. But it’s been a while.”
“Same,” Bo said. “Dale wouldn’t... top me.”
“He’s an idiot.”
“No. Just lazy.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that with me.”
Bo grinned. “Tonight just keeps getting better.”
“I am worried about one thing though.”
“What?”
“I’m not sure I have condoms in my truck. And I know I don’t have any lube.”
“Wait right here,” Bo said. He stood and turned, exiting the room and giving Ralph a brief glimpse of the ass he remembered from Shirlington years ago, only now it was naked and ripe as a peach.
When Bo returned, he tossed the condoms and lube he’d bought onto the mattress. Ralph looked up at him with genuine surprise. “I guess youwerethinking about me all day.”
“You’d have done the same. Iknewwe’d be alone. You didn’t.”
“But I wanted it, Bo... so badly I think I might have willed it to happen.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“Good. Now lay face down on the mattress and spread your legs.”
“Yes, sir, boss.”
“And stop calling me that!” Ralph slapped Bo’s behind as if punctuating the statement. He scooped under him and carefully pulled his softened junk out to where he could see it, pointing down.
“You comfortable with that?”
