Chapter 4

It didn’t matter—Tommy knew. DJ had said the

boy was good. I felt my pants stripped down to my ankles, my briefs

following suit, and then Tommy tugged them off over my shoes to

pool on the floor. Raising my legs into the air, he set my ankles

on his shoulders and shuffled me down to the edge of the desk. But

just as I felt the wet tip of his dick poke into my ass, he

stopped. “Please,” I sobbed—I would beg if he asked me. Without

reply, he hunkered down between my legs and I reached for him,

grabbing fists full of those coarse curls. Then his hot mouth

closed over the tip of my aching dick.

Surprised, I bucked into the damp softness,

rising off the desk to push deep inside, his tongue swirling down

my shaft to lick around the top of my balls. He sucked his way to

the tip, fingers massaging my hardness as if he wanted to squeeze

me to orgasm. I thrust at him, pulled his head down into my crotch,

and when he eased two slick fingers into my tremulous ass, I cried