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good to Jay. Jay wedged himself up. “Your lips are pink.”
    Seeing that fine mouth flushed from sucking nearly made Jay come. He wasn’t sure how he would hold it together for the finale.
    “You like my lips,” Martin reminded him. His eyes twinkled knowingly.
    “Yeah, I do.”
    Martin locked eyes with Jay. He seemed to know how heady the effect of that mouth was for Jay because he opened wide and took the slick cock into his mouth. He sank down and pulled off.
    Jay whimpered, possibly. He thought he might have.
    Martin slapped Jay’s dick to the flat of his tongue. The jarring contact wrestled a hiss from Jay. Then boldly arching his brow, Martin slapped his cheeks with the head.
    “Shit! Goddamn it, Martin. I’m gonna come.”
    “That’s the idea behind a blow job.” He flicked an open mouth lick under the flared rim. “Come in my mouth, Jay. Watch yourself shoot on my face.”
    Then Martin held him as a captive audience to the rollercoaster ride of pleasure Jay couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to with wet licking encouragement and a sudden fast pumping of his fist at Jay’s base.
    Martin battered Jay’s shaft with gripping strokes, tastes and the occasional slap on his lips or tongue.
    “I’m coming!”
    Martin watched him closely. At the last minute, he closed his mouth on Jay, taking him deep. Jay shouted, bucking hard as his cock went from cool and tingly to hot and enveloped within seconds. He shot, cum racing up his dick as though torn from his body. Martin swallowed humming happily as his throat worked to swallow everything he was given.
    “Fuck!” Jay yelled.
    Martin sucked him clean. His gaze continued to hold Jay’s. “I want to hear you say it. Who just gave you a blowjob?”
    “You did,” Jay rasped breathlessly.
    “Was it good?”
    “Fantastic.”
    “You aren’t going to pretend it didn’t happen later?” Martin asked
    Jay shook his head. “I’ll remember. I just won’t believe it.”
    Martin grinned. He slapped Jay’s hip. “Climb onto the bed. I’m gonna grab a few things and then I’m going to give you something else to remember.”
    “Like?”
    “A sore asshole.”
    Jay’s gaze dropped to Martin’s erection. It curled high toward his belly, and the head glistened wetly. “You’re going to fuck my ass,” Jay interpreted.
    “I’m going to ride you like a pony with a misplaced unicorn.”
    Jay chuckled. “That sounds painful.”
    “Have you ever taken it up the ass?”
    “No.”
    “Then yeah, it’s gonna be painful.” Martin walked toward the hall bathroom they shared.
    “Wait!” Jay said, suddenly thinking of something. “Does that mean you’ve had anal?”
    Martin poked his head around the corner. He half shrugged. “Yeah, man. I’m gay.”
    “What? When did that happen?”
    He heard Martin laughing. Martin walked back into the room with a box of condoms, a washcloth and lube. “Dude, I’ve always been gay.”
    “But Mercedes is your girlfriend,” Jay countered.
    “She’s my hag, bro. She’s like my beard .”
    “How don’t I know that?”
    Martin shrugged again. “I don’t know.”
    “But you’re such a guy guy.”
    “Wow, way to stereotype, Jay. Like I don’t ever hear that.”
    Jay cringed. “Sorry, man. I just didn’t know you were into dudes.”
    Martin looked at Jay’s sprawled form pointedly. “Not really a lot of room to argue is there?”
    “I’m bi.”
    Martin did laugh then, as he crawled back onto the bed. “You’ve never had a guy, but you’re bi? No, man, you just aren’t picky.”
    “I’ll show you not picky.” Jay sat up and lunged at Martin, taking him to the bed with hot hungry kisses.
    Martin pushed him off. “Hey, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you’ve got nothing to prove. I know you want me. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Figure out the bi, straight, gay thing on your own time. I don’t care what you call yourself so long as you let me fuck your tight ass seven ways from Sunday.