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focus his attention and he used his tongue expertly to
massage the sensitive, spongy area just below the crown.
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With his saliva, he lathed Rustin's cock, creating a slick
coating around the shaft. Holding the base firmly in his hand,
he began to bob up and down, massaging with his tongue on
the down-strokes and sucking his way back up the shaft.
Never once did he take his mouth off Rustin's cock.
"Aw fuck!" Rustin cried. "Un-fucking-believable."
As he pleasured Rustin's shaft with his mouth, he stroked
his balls with his free hand, rolling them with his thumb and
gently brushing with his fingertips. Rustin responded by
spreading his legs further apart and running his fingers
through Dutch's hair. Dutch glanced up to meet Rustin's gaze.
The way he looked down at him said to Dutch that he was
both content and incredibly turned on. It only spurred Dutch
on, and he redoubled his effort by sucking with all the more
vigor.
"Babe, you got me so close. I'm so damn close!"
Dutch impaled himself, thrusting his head downward all
the way so that Rustin's cockhead was completely surrounded
by the tight walls of his throat. He felt the pulsing of the shaft
against his tongue, which coincided perfectly with Rustin's
elevated moans of pleasure.
"Ahh," he cried, grabbing hold of the sides of Dutch's head.
He fired his load, erupting with multiple and successive jets of
copious semen that filled Dutch's gulping throat. He eagerly
swallowed, but the flood was so torrential that it quickly
backed up onto his tongue. Dutch savored the somewhat
bitter and salty flavor, sliding off the shaft just a bit in order
to gulp down every drop.
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"Oh my God!" Rustin exclaimed. "How? What the fuck is it
about this city? Is it the blowjob capital of the world or what?"
Dutch smiled and looked up. He was still holding the base
of the shaft and licking the head like an ice cream cone.
"What do you mean?"
Rustin was panting. "I got blown already ... yesterday ...
and I thought it was the best fucking head of my life. Until
now."
Dutch grinned at him. "You slut," he teased.
"You don't know the half of it," Rustin said, "but I have a
feeling that from this point forward I won't be needing anyone
else's services."
Dutch slid back onto the sofa, leaning into Rustin for a
kiss.
"I need you inside me," Rustin whispered. "I need you so
bad."
* * * *
By three o'clock that afternoon, Dutch had still not called
his real estate agent. He and Rustin were lying in bed
together, naked. Dutch lay on his back, and Rustin was curled
beside him, his head resting in the crook of Dutch's shoulder.
"Do you really think you're up to a fourth round?" Rustin
asked as he ran his fingers through the patch of short hair on
Dutch's chest.
Dutch laughed, staring up at the ceiling light. "I thought I
would get a lot done today," he said.
"You did," Rustin assured him. "Well, you got one thing
done several times."
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"One person," Dutch corrected.
Rustin snuggled closer to him. "Yes, you did me. You did
me damn good."
"Rustin, why don't you rent my aunt's house from me?"
Dutch suggested. "You could move in and take care of it, and
when I came here to visit, I'd know just where to find you."
Rustin shifted, using his elbow to prop himself up so he
could look Dutch in the face. "Dutch, I'd love that, but I
can't."
"Why not?" he asked."It's too soon ... I know."
"No, it's not that. I'm a college student, and I work as a
bartender. I could never afford..."
Dutch shook his head and placed his finger over Rustin's
lips to shush him. "No, I don't mean rent. You wouldn't have
to pay anything."
Rustin stared at him, a shocked look on his face. "I don't
know what to say."
"Say yes," Dutch said. "I mean, after you've seen the
place. We can go look at it today. Right now, if you want."
"But Dutch, isn't it too soon?"
Dutch shrugged. "I've been racking my brain, trying to
come up with a solution. I don't want to sell the house, but I
can't move here. If you lived in the house, I could at least
visit, and it'd give me time to figure things out."
"And what if you don't figure them out? What if you don't
ever get to a point "
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