Chapter 6

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“Mack.” Mack felt a gentle shake of his shoulder. “Mack, wake up.” He heard Seth’s voice through his cloud of sleep.

As the cloud receded, Mack became aware of Seth’s hard cock poking his ass, Seth’s hands caressing his chest, and Seth’s tongue playing with his earlobe. He pressed back against the pleasurable stimulations—feeling his own dick rising from slumber.

“Hmm,” he murmured. “What time is it?”

“Six,” Seth replied, pumping against him. Seth’s stiff prick was sliding up and down his ass crack. “I didn’t know what time your meetin’ was, so I wanted ta make sure ya don’t miss it. ’Sides, I was hopin’ we’d have a little time for…”

Mack felt Seth’s rigid cock rub the length of his butt. He laughed quietly.

“What’s so funny, cowboy?” Seth asked, adding a slow stroking of Mack’s hardening dick to his morning coaxing.