Read Full Disclosure for Free Online Page A

want, Sammy." Jarrod went over to the sink and began to run the hot water.
    "You don't know me."
    "I do, though." Jarrod ran the razor under hot water and grabbed the shaving cream. "Drop your pants, Sammy. I know you want this. And so do you."
    He shook his head, but his fingers worked his belt open.
    "Good job. Pants and underwear and then you can lean back against the counter." Jarrod took one of his washcloths, ran it under the hot water.
    "I'm not letting you shave me."
    Jerrod chuckled. "You so are. You're going to let me make you bare, even around your hole. Then I'm going to make you ride that fat plug and then blister your ass and you're going to come."
    His knees buckled.
    Jarrod was there to catch him, keeping him from getting anywhere near hitting the ground. That made it easy for Jarrod to lean him back against the counter, his dick hard, sticking out and pointing right at Jarrod.
    "You want it." Jarrod leaned down, took his cock in hand.
    "No."
    "Your mouth is lying. This"--Jarrod squeezed his cock hard--"isn't."
    Samuel went up on tiptoe, rocking into that firm touch. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
    "See what happens when you let your body do the talking?" Jarrod gave him a few hard strokes, but then that hand was gone.
    Samuel grabbed the edge of the counter, his lips open, a deep groan sounding.
    "Much better position."
    Jarrod warmed the cloth under the hot water again and pressed it around the base of his cock, dampening his pubes.
    "This is insane." The heat made his eyes roll.
    "Bullshit. It's exactly what you want and you know it." The shaving cream was next, cold, almost shocking.
    "I..." He pushed up from the counter and Jarrod eased him back.
    "No moving now. I don't want to cut off anything important."
    "No. Don't cut me."
    Jarrod shook his head. "That's not the plan. You don't move, and we'll be fine."
    "I won't move."
    "Excellent." Jarrod grinned and knelt in front of him, razor right there next to his cock.
    He'd never. Never... Suddenly Samuel forgot how to even breathe.
    Jarrod moved slowly, carefully, each long stroke pulling away another row of his short and curlies. He squeezed his eyes closed, the world spinning. The scrape of the razor was louder with his eyes closed, and he could feel it more now, too.
    He'd lost his fucking mind. This was like a wet dream, like something out of a fantasy he told himself while he was stroking off every morning.
    When Jarrod was done, his fingers stroked over Samuel's skin, making him shiver and shake at the sensations.
    "I'm going to do your hole now. Turn around."
    He shook his head.
    Jarrod's hands landed on his hips and turned him. "Bend over."
    He bent, soft sounds bouncing around his lungs. Jarrod's foot knocked against his, pushing his legs farther apart. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, God.
    Jarrod's fingers spread his cheeks apart. The shaving cream was cold as it sprayed over his hole. He shook his head, ass cheeks clenching tight. Jarrod slapped his right ass cheek.
    "Fuck..." He growled deep in his chest. "Fuck..."
    "Let me in, Sammy." Another swat found him jumping, his body arching, bucking, and Jarrod spread him. "Don't move now, Sammy. Don't move."
    "Okay. Okay." God, he couldn't breathe.
    The razor scraped over his hole, over the skin around it, the back of his balls. He groaned, his abs burning, they were so tight.
    "Almost done, Sammy."
    Jarrod slid the razor over his skin a couple more times, and then spanked his right ass cheek. A sharp sound tore from him.
    "You've been very good, Sammy. You deserve a reward."
    He didn't know how to respond; all he could do was breathe. In. Out. In. Out.
    Two fingers slid over his hole, pushed against it. He stiffened, swallowing hard, over and over. The fingers disappeared and Jarrod smacked his ass again.
    "Stop..." He tried to pull away, but Jarrod's hand landed in the middle of his back.
    "You stay right there."
    "I..." He nodded, knees shaking.
    "Good. Very good, Sammy." Jarrod's fingers came back, opening him