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that Sinboy demonstrated talent and endurance way beyond his years. Long after most of my friends had given in and whipped out their cocks for a group jack-off, he was still going strong in front of the stereo, thrusting his hips and tossing his head with the kind of control I, for one, could only dream about at such a young age. I guess he got off just from feeling the almost tangible sexual control he had over the rest of us. I almost got off just from watching that strutting young stallion enjoy himself so much!
    By the time he finished up with an amazing bump’n’grind routine that had every cock in the place spouting, it was way past midnight and my friends were laughing and heading out to their cars. Before I knew it, I was alone with the man of the hour. Smiling, he sprawled across my couch, still totally naked, his hard-on poking up at my ceiling. His balls looked full and tender, and it occurred to me that he and I were probably the only guys in the room who hadn’t gotten off during that wild grand finale.
    He laughed when he saw that my eyes were riveted to that telltale throbber, especially the glossy droplet of pre-cum that poised on the very edge of his piss-hole.
    “In case you’re wondering, I make it a point never to come during my act. It wrecks my concentration.”
    “I...uh...really enjoyed your performance,” I stuttered. I walked toward him cautiously: I could feel a heavy dose of lube streaking my own prong inside my pants. “You’ve got a lot of talent.”
    “Thanks. When I get to college, I’m planning to major in dance.” Sinboy gave me a heavy-lidded look that made me squirm in my Jockeys. Slowly, his fingers moved down to grope his rigid, wet cock. “Look, Marc, I want to make one thing clear. Your friends only hired me to dance. I don’t...you know, do anything else as part of my act.”
    “Sure, I understand,” I said, though inside I was aching with disappointment. Still, in a way, I was glad to hear that Sinboy didn’t make a habit of selling such a stunning body. Somehow he just seemed too good for that.
    Suddenly, his lips curved upward in a grin at the same time as his palm stroked upward on that magnificent boner. “On the other hand, if I want to do something on my own time...well, that’s nobody’s business but mine, right?”
    I was out of my clothes before the moan even passed my lips.
    “Turn over,” I whispered. Sinboy did, eagerly, and I shifted my naked body into position over him. He raised himself onto his hands and knees while I slid both hands around his thighs. Soon I was cupping the warm mound of his nuts in one palm and massaging the delicious curve of his cock’s root in the other.
    I teased him first, rubbing my cock all the way across his deliciously firm butt-cheeks and then jerking it back to the center of his juicy crack. Before I lost control, though, I paused to slip on a condom my buddies had graciously left in the ashtray for me. When I got back into position, Sinboy wriggled, molding his asshole against the cum-warmed tip of the condom.
    Soon he spread his thighs open, hunching his shoulders down toward the couch so that his ass rose at a 45-degree angle. Those smooth buns glistened up at me like two pale scoops of French vanilla ice cream. My mouth watered at the sight.
    Giving his nuts a quick, comforting squeeze, I hunched my hips forward. Sinboy hissed and tightened up all over as I nestled my hot tip against his succulent rear hole.
    “Good?” I asked.
    “Oh, yeah,” he said in a choking voice.
    Though I was on top, Sinboy played me like that casette he used in his routine, squeezing and then releasing his pucker like a little fist. I returned the favor by sliding my own hand up until it gripped his cock. My cum-slicked fingertips toyed with his slit to the same rhythm of my cock in his hole. Mercilessly I coaxed him to the brink and then moved away again before his inner fire could really ignite.
    Finally, I decided he was ready to