Mac put his mouth where Flynn’s hand had meant to be. Again he swallowed Flynn down all the way and then let go, sucking with abandon, alternating strokes with his hand as his mouth pistoned up and down Flynn’s shaft.
With attention like that, it didn’t take long. Flynn had felt on the brink of orgasm since Mac laid a hand on his belt buckle, and now, with the attention he was getting, he could no longer hold back. He warned Mac, “I’m gonna come.”
But Mac didn’t move away. He increased the bobbing of his head, tongue swirling and flicking. A finger slid into Flynn’s ass, and that sent him completely over the edge.
Mac gulped down the jets of come as fast as Flynn could shoot them. And the orgasm made not only his dick spasm, but his whole body. He shook, he jerked, he trembled, clinging tightly to Mac’s head, holding him there as his shots dribbled down, erupting with less and less force until there was only a dribble and then…nothing.