Dan nodded dumbly.
“I couldn’t hear you! I asked if you thought you could take this up that sweet ass-a yours?”
“Yes, I think I can,” Dan said.
“Think? Only think. You can do better than that, Danny Boy! Try again!”
“I can. Yes, I know I can.”
“Good,” Damion said, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his shorts. He bent and took off his socks. Then he knelt between Dan’s legs and held Dan’s cock. Dan raised his head to see Damion looking up at him, a wry smile on the man’s face. While still looking up at Dan, Damion extended his tongue and began to lick Dan’s hard-on. Dan whimpered.
Damion closed his eyes and descended to the base, causing Dan to writhe on the bed. Damion continued his expert treatment of Dan’s dick, bringing Dan close to climax and then backing off.
Just when Dan felt he couldn’t stand the torment another minute, Damion pulled off and raised Dan’s legs. “Hold your ankles,” Damion commanded.