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enough to have a preference. He took another step back, slamming against the stall wall. Bo’s smile shifted from angelic to predatory in the blink of an eye. Max found himself paralysed at the rapid-fire change as Bo began stalking him.
“Oh shit,” Max stuttered out, not in fear, at least not entirely. His dick was beyond hard now, pre-cum leaking steadily from the tip. He clutched at the rough wood under his hands, trying to find something to hold him up because his legs were quivering, his knees knocking together.
Bo didn’t stop until he was nearly on top of Max. When he spoke, his voice was lower than Max had ever heard it. “I’ve tried to be patient. I’ve tried being nice, being a flirt, being the perfect little househusband, dropping hints, dropping bigger hints, copping a feel, and yet you still haven’t done one thing to let me know you want me. And I know you do.” He reached down and rubbed Max’s aching shaft. Even through his clothes, the touch set Max’s blood on fire. It did absolutely nothing to help with his inability to speak.
“G—ungh!” Max thrust against Bo’s hand, seeking more. Of what, he didn’t care, he needed to come. His fingers scraped at the wood, then somehow, Max’s hands ended up on Bo’s shoulders.
Bo smiled wickedly. “I thought you’d never ask,” he purred as he dropped to his knees.
Bo had wanted this for so long, and he was terrified that Max would stop him if he gave him even a second to think about it. He had Max’s jeans undone and shoved down along with the man’s boxers in record time. Bo grabbed the base of Max’s thick cock and sucked the fat dripping crown into his mouth.
Max yelped but didn’t pull away as Bo let the bitter salty flavour roll over his taste buds. He tongued the wide slit, seeking out every bit of pre-cum he could find as he gently cupped Max’s balls. He rolled the furry sac in his palm as he sucked Max’s cock to the back of his throat.
Bo swallowed, knowing the constriction would demolish whatever control Max had
left, and it did. Max groaned and fisted his hands in Bo’s hair, then did what Bo had been hoping he would. Max began thrusting, holding Bo’s head still, fucking his hard dick into Bo’s mouth, into his throat. Bo fought the instinct to gag as he revelled in each push and MILES TO GO
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bump, in driving Max this far out of his normally easy-going state. He loved knowing he had done this to and for this particular man.
Max started pumping harder, faster, and Bo sucked and laved, teasing the fat vein, the slit, the little bundle of nerves on the underside of the crown. Max was grunting with each thrust. Then as Bo slid his fingers beyond Max’s balls to stroke the soft skin behind them, Max began gasping out Bo’s name over and over.
Bo fought against slipping his fingers further back to tickle Max’s hole, afraid that would freak the man out and end this perfect blowjob. He released his grip on Max’s cock and grabbed a handful of ass instead. Bo’s throat and lips were taking a battering, but it was the hottest thing he’d ever done by far. He returned his other hand to Max’s balls and squeezed gently.
Max’s thrusts became short and jerky as a guttural sound was ripped from him. His fingers were clenched and entrenched in Bo’s hair, jerking the strands painfully as Max shouted and buried his cock deep. Bo felt the first warm spurt in his throat then pulled his head back despite Max’s hold on him.
Hot bursts of spunk filled his mouth, Max’s voice filled the air, and Bo filled his briefs, coming in his underwear like he hadn’t since he was a kid. It was completely unexpected and definitely distracting since Bo had never climaxed without some stimulation to his dick, not when blowing a guy, at least.
Bo realised he still had his hand clamped on one sweaty butt cheek. Max was still trembling, hopefully from the intensity of his orgasm. Bo looked up at him and realised that wasn’t the reason for Max’s shakes after all. The man looked mortified, and angry. Those weren’t the feelings Bo had hoped to inspire in him and his heart started beating double time as he tried to fight back panic. How had he fucked this up?
Sliding both of his hands up to Max’s waist, Bo tried to figure out what was going on in the other man’s head. Max refused to meet his eyes—his Adam’s apple bobbed repeatedly as he stared at some spot above Bo’s head.
If Bo didn’t know better, he’d have thought Max hadn’t been ready for a blowjob. But that wasn’t possible—all men were ready for blowjobs pretty much all the time. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Bo realised that all those men he was thinking about were the sluts he used to fuck around with, and yeah, he’d been a huge slut, too.
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But Max…Max wasn’t like them, or like Bo. He was the best man Bo had ever known, and Bo’d just kind of bulldozed the guy. Bo felt worse than he did right after he got the shit beaten out of him. How did he fix this?
He didn’t know, but he damn sure had to try. He gently squeezed Max’s waist, hoping to get the man to look at
