Chapter 9

Jutting from a bed of dusky curls,Jonathan’s cock was as thick as a broom handle and pulling to one side in a delightfully sinful way Micah had never seen before.His heavy balls hung between his legs,half-hidden in shadows.Apattern of veins stood out along Jonathan’s length,from base to tip,and precum already bubbled at the slit.The head flared out,darker than the rest of his skin,almost plum-like in color.The way Jonathan’s cock curved back toward him,that funny little crimp to one side,and the promise farther down between his buttocks all made Micah’s pulse race.“God,”he said,running a finger along Jonathan’s dick,which twitched at his touch.“You’ve been hiding this from me all along?”

Jonathan spread his legs wider.“It’s yours now,if you want it.”

“Oh,I do.”Kneeling on the floor,Micah took Jonathan’s cockhead into hismouth.

Above him,Jonathan arched off the bed.“Sweet Lord!”