Chapter 23

Then, he started the blowjob.

Everything up to that point had been foreplay—that much was suddenly obvious. J.T. showed the camera what a professional could do with his mouth. I have no idea how he managed to breathe with nine and a quarter inches of fat, hard cock down his throat. I don’t even know how he managed to get it all inside in the first place. It looked as if the thing ought to reach about halfway down to his asshole.

All I know is, within thirty seconds, Mr. “I Only Top” had come alive, shoving his cock into the waiting throat like a jackhammer. J.T. dove forward to meet him. He let out a string of muffled grunts that had my cock standing straight up and drooling into my jeans. The kid shoved both arms between the lead’s legs, forcing them apart. His fur-covered hands clamped on the quivering ass cheeks. The force of the larger man’s thrusts tossed him back and forth, but he clung to the blond like a leech.