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raised an eyebrow. As Ben stood, Calvin’s pants and underwear fell from his lap to the ground. He walked forward and stood in front of Calvin.
    "Bummer, he's clothed. He follow orders, too?"
    "No," Ben said. Not from strangers. He looked down at Calvin. Calvin smiled up at Ben and pressed his face into Ben's stomach. He raised his arm and placed his hand on Ben's hip, kneading softly. Ben raised a hand and ran it through Calvin's shaggy brown hair.
    "Pull down his pants."
    Calvin looked back up at Ben as he placed his fingers on the buckle of Ben's belt. He slowly slid the end of the belt out of the buckle and then pulled the long piece of leather out of the loops. The belt fell to the ground in a muted thud. Calvin's fingers unhooked the button on his fly and drew the zipper down. Ben was mesmerized by Calvin's fingers. He watched as Calvin’s hands slid up to his hips, this time their skin touching. Calvin slid the pants and boxer shorts down slowly. Ben's throbbing cock popped out and pointed straight at Calvin's lips. Calvin grinned and swiped the tip quickly with his tongue and pulled back.
    "Very nice." The computer man kept butting in; Ben couldn't tell if he liked it or if he wanted the man to go. "More. Take more."
    Ben looked at the screen to see how much of them was visible; when he focused on the window that showed their side of the video, his breath caught. Calvin was so fucking hot. His eyes were closed and his lips parted as he slowly advanced toward the tip of Ben's shaft. He felt the touch of Calvin's lips at the same moment skin touched skin on the screen.
    Calvin's hands moved up his thighs, where Ben's pants still hung, to rest on his hips. His grip tightened and the skin around Calvin's fingertips turned white with the added pressure. Calvin's mouth moved closer and closer to the short patch of hair surrounding the base of his shaft. Ben struggled between two intense pleasures: the warm, wet mouth and the sheer beauty of the look on Calvin's face, the stretch of his lips, the placement of his fingers. Ben tightened his own fingers in Calvin's hair, and even the visual of that intensified the lust coursing through his veins.
    "Don't forget about yourself," Computer Man said.
    Calvin's hand left Ben's hip and disappeared off-screen. A small whimpering sound caused the most delicious vibration on his cock; Ben closed his eyes to savor it.
    "Make him come, now." Ben really wished Computer Man would shut up. He wanted to enjoy this, slowly. But Calvin listened to Computer Man. He attacked Ben's cock, sucking and pulling and swirling his tongue in just the right way. His other hand left Ben's hip and rubbed the spot behind his balls. Fuck, Ben was pretty sure that whimper he just heard came from him.
    Calvin increased his speed, but the rhythm grew erratic at the same time. Another moan came from Calvin's mouth the same time something warm and wet hit Ben's thighs. He opened his eyes and looked at them on the screen. Calvin's come was slowly sliding down Ben's leg. The image, the feel of it, and the sensations on his cock were too much. He gave Calvin's hair a quick tug in warning right before bliss swept his body. Calvin pulled back, but swallowed everything Ben gave him.
    Ben loosened his hand and continued to watch them on the screen. Calvin pulled off, but kept his hand on Ben's hip. He said thanks the Computer Man and, with his other hand, closed the 66 Faces window. Ben stroked his hand through Calvin's hair in regular intervals, waiting for his own breath to even out. Calvin leaned forward and let his face rest on Ben's stomach again.
    Part of Ben's mind focused on the short silky strands moving under his fingers, while another part wandered. Holy shit, Calvin just blew me. And it was fucking hot. And I want to do it again, and—wait a minute. Ben's hand stuttered and stilled. Again? He looked down at Calvin whose eyes were closed. The slightest upturn of his lips made his face a mask of