He kissed me afterward. It sort of blew me away. He gently raked his hay-scented fingers through my hair, convincing me that I just wasn’t a Florida boy-fuck to him. There were feelings behind his barn blowjob. Maybe the man really liked me, as both Francisco and Joel had said.
Cord bent to kiss me, his mouth perfectly aligned with my own, and licked my spent from my tongue and teeth. It was a bit careless of him, I worried. Neither of us knew the other’s sexual history, but that didn’t seem to prevent our hunger from uniting us. Maybe the wealthy businessman had hired a private detective agency to do a background check on me; he’d certainly have discovered the few relationships I’d had with other men. Maybe not, but no matter. I was sure he enjoyed my company, trusted my sexual history, and adored me, perhaps cravingthe flavor of my dick-burst in his mouth.