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I propped myself up on my elbows and watched the lewd play. For several minutes, my cock rolled from side to side beneath his hand, my thick foreskin alternately masking and unmasking my cock-head, driving me wild, while his crisp chest hair tickled, teased, and taunted, adding fuel to the fire growing in my balls. Pre-cum oozed freely from me, making the ebony tufts of hair in the center of his chest shiny with dampness. From time to time, Novak bent down and sucked some juice from my exposed helmet, then stretched upward to kiss my lips.

“Do you like this?” he asked.

“Fucking hell, yeah!” I said on a groan, already feeling my balls preparing for another volcanic eruption.

“Shoot for me, Matthew. Come on, buddy. Cover my chest with your hot fuck-juice. I want to see it dripping through my fingers and streaming across your beautiful six-pack. Give me that dick-cream…give it to me…”