Beneath his tongue I share a laugh, and say, “Corey, I just don’t know what to expect from you next. You’re crazy. You’re a maniac. You’re too much fun.” I try to push him away but it doesn’t work. Never will I be able to leave his side, attracted to the guy. Not now. Not tomorrow. Never.
My second nipple is licked clean. And after his care, he gently removes the cotton sheet from my middle, holds the bottle of maple syrup over my semi-hard cock, ready to drip some of the sweet and sugary sap on my private parts.
“Don’t you dare, Mr. Cassidy,” I tell him, laughing. “There will be hell to pay if you do it.”
It’s too late. Syrup is squeezed on the tip of my dick and he leans over it, sucking its head with all his skill, busy and hungry, and offering me with a whole new meaning of sharing breakfast.
“Stop,” I say, but don’t mean it.