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slobbered around it.
    But that was going to be tricky with how we were positioned, and if there was one
    thing I knew for sure, it was that I didn’t want this kick-ass blowjob to end. So I leaned forward some and forced my arm behind Craig’s neck so that I could lift his head. This way I could slip back some on his chest until I was straddling the base of his rib cage, holding his face up and forward with all of my inches rammed between his lips. And if he didn’t like it, if he wanted to control how much he was taking, I was at least making up for that by reaching behind myself and dipping my fingers under the waistband of his underwear to squeeze the blunt thickness of him, the first cock—bar my own—that I’d ever touched.
    Anyway, his hands on my ass pulling my groin in closer, driving my dick down
    his throat, made it seem like he was pretty happy with the deal too.
    Craig had been leaking, and it only took a couple of amateurish strokes before my
    fist was wet with his ooze. Maybe it should’ve turned me off, but it didn’t. I alternated between gripping his dick tight at the base and sort of wagging it as much as it could move in the confines of his briefs, then tracing all the way to the tip and corkscrewing my fingertips around the flared head, which made him jolt and whimper every time.
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    It also made him double his efforts on me, and I could feel the surge starting in my balls as Craig brought me close to the point of no return. My hips began to take over, forcing my cock as far in as I could with each thrust, my ass clenching as his gullet writhed around the thick intruder. I looked down, made eye contact with him; he was staring up at me with a hunger I could only assume was mirrored by my own.
    I had to ask it. “In your mouth?” and he knew just what I meant, gave me a
    pleading look while the corners of his lips flexed as closely to a grin as is possible when you’re busy giving head. It would be the first time for me, certainly; no girl had let me come in her mouth. I smiled back down at him, pointedly drew my fingers up from the chubby base of his cock to the tip. “Here it comes, Craig.”
    He coaxed a little more motion out, but to be honest, it wasn’t necessary. I was too far gone as it was. The shock and surprise of the situation, the feel of ringing pleasure between my legs. As I hit the peak, I hugged Craig’s head in close, mashing his nose into my pubes and loosing jet after jet deep into him. I could feel the rhythmic gulp of his swallowing, itself delivering new, clinging sensations around me.
    I’d only just begun to breathe again, to come down from the high, when Craig
    frantically brushed my hand away from his jeans and began to jerk off madly. Less than twenty seconds and he was moaning again—my softening cock still resting on his
    tongue—and then twitching underneath my spread thighs as he reached his own
    climax. I felt warm, wet spatters hit my lower back as he tensed three, four times, each time his body growing rigid as he coated his stomach and groin.
    I sat there for a moment, tilting my hips back a little to pull myself from his
    mouth. Craig’s lips were puffy and slickly glistening, I guess from a mixture of spit, precum, and of course my cream, a last bubble of which oozed from the tip of my knob.
    I reached down and smeared it across his face, using my dick as a paintbrush to mess up his cheeks, his chin.
    Only then did I stand up, lifting myself off Craig, who lay—disheveled and
    flecked with wetness—across the bed. I let my jeans droop to my ankles, stepped out of 18|ALEX PENDRAGON
    them while tucking my still-fluffed but no longer rampant junk back into my boxers.
    Craig’s head lolled over to the side to watch me, and I gave a little wriggle of my hips to make sure everything was freshly restored behind fabric. He smirked.
    “Dude, all over my back?” I could feel his cum begin to trickle and turned round
    to show him the damage.