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combinations when it comes to a lip-smacking blowjob. After a few moments, however, his dick tasted markedly different. It tasted like chocolate, and I’m talking the real deal, Godiva, See’s, all that kind of stuff I could take or leave before. Not any more.
    I pulled away and looked up at Sage, who smiled like the Cheshire Cat. “Tastes good, don’t it,” he marveled.
    This time I didn’t make a face or tell a lie. “Tastes delicious,” I replied before getting down to business. Sucking that man off felt like the most important job in the world, and luckily I was the only applicant hired for that honor. I devoured Sage like a ravenous beast, slurping him down my gullet over and over again, choking and gurgling, before working my way back up to his hefty head, loving his bucking and growling and moaning and cuss words spitting from his snarling, bearded mouth. The salty-chocolate duo of his drooling member blew my mind, and I think I blew him better than any other guy ever. Why? Because this was different in every single way. Besides getting me ridiculously hard and horny, the (du)X filled every molecule in my body with sexual awareness. Every inch and gallon and parcel of me wanted, needed, craved sex. It’s like my body was turned inside out, and when it reverted back to its natural state, my skin and bones, my organs, my blood, even my guts reeked of sex.
    I was stunned and hurt when Sage slipped his engorged piece from my mouth until he motioned for me to stand up. Once again I obeyed, regaining my balance with shaky legs atop eight wheels. When he pulled my little shorts down again, we both noticed the lemon-colored material was already marked with a splotch of my seed. “Nice work. Now get these all the way off,” he said in a husky drawl. Over my skates they went, discarded hurriedly on the floor. Sage sat down on the toilet seat, his cock swollen and bobbing about, waiting for me to wrap my whole body around it. “Here, sit down facing me, I wanna watch your face while I fuck you.” I did as instructed without slipping in my skates, and slowly eased my puckered asshole down onto his dripping wet pole, sucking in air, panting as he eased it deeper inside of me. The agony was exquisite. Every pinpoint of each nerve ending in my asshole flared up to caress Sage’s welcome intrusion. He filled me so fully and wholeheartedly that I heard myself gasping. When his bushy pubes finally grazed my ass cheeks, we groaned in unison. If I tell you we looked deeply into each other’s eyes and let our two souls mingle into one as we fucked, would you believe me? It’s true. He filled me to the brim in every way imaginable, and I rode that sexy cowboy’s cock like a bucking bronco, surprised that I didn’t yell “Yeehaw!” in the echoing bathroom. Up and down I went, over and over again, hooked on the feeling of Sage’s manhood sliding in and out of me with determined fervor, and I nibbled on his whiskery lips while he pumped away beneath me like a well-oiled machine. Under my breath, I sang, “That’s the way, uh huh, uh huh, I like it, uh huh, uh huh,” the DJ mixing in KC & The Sunshine Band as though I had personally requested it. In far less time than I wanted, I grabbed my oozing dick and, with a yelp, squirt all over his shirt, creating a fountain of stains like a mosaic overlaying the checkered print.
    “Yes, goddammit!” he roared, dumping load after load into my willing ass. With my senses on high alert, I all but felt, saw, tasted, and heard every creamy convulsion Sage pumped inside of and throughout my body. I sat there on top of him with his hardness held within me and made out with him for what seemed like hours. I could feel his semen coating my insides like chocolate syrup.
    “I’m ready to go again,” I said, surprised by my own eagerness.
    Sage threw his head back with laughter. “I knew it,” he answered, eyes crinkled with joy. “Not only that we’d be good together, but that