Chapter 7

Bart braced his hands on my shoulders. “Nice, mate.”

“Thanks. It’s my pleasure.”

He slid his palms up to my hair, wound his fingers through the red locks, and urged my head toward his cock. I took the hint and began swallowing him down.

“Shite! You’ve a mouth on you!”

I hummed in agreement. Later I could tell him I’d had nothing but compliments regarding my technique.

I worked a finger in my mouth, stroked his cock while I got my finger wet, then removed it and went about preparing his hole for a minor invasion.

He yelped, spread his legs as far apart as he could get them, and held on. As soon as I found his hot spot, I varied my touches between tentative and teasing to firm and emphatic. It didn’t take long for him to climax, and I had to admit that made me proud. Of course I could have drawn it out, but I wanted to see how long it would take me to push him over the edge.

I’d give him another chance with me later. Right then, I swallowed, and kept swallowing. He tasted good.