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down slightly, let him feed it into my mouth just as I’d slipped my own between his lips earlier, but I still wasn’t sure I was ready for that. This messing around with another guy I could handle—it was just a laugh for me, whatever Craig’s motivations were—but sucking dick? That was a bit too serious.
    Anyway, Craig was crouching down now, kneeling between my legs. “Lie back,”
    he told me, eyes focused on my groin, and I did, resting back on my elbows so I could watch as he ran smooth hands down my inner thighs. The sensation was halfway to
    tickling, but it still got my cock moving, jolting and pulsing in the air as it pumped back up to hardness. Craig ducked his head down, caught the tip between his plump lips as 26|ALEX PENDRAGON
    it wavered, and carefully sucked on it as I resisted the urge to ram it deep into his throat.
    He kept up his focus on the head, corkscrewing his lips around the flared edge
    while his tongue made broad, flat sweeps across the tip. Meanwhile, his hands
    continued to roam across my thighs, squeezing the hard muscle there. I do plenty of running—even when it’s not football season, Coach still has us doing circuits of the field to keep our stamina up—and so my legs are toned and firm, and Craig seemed to be keen to touch as much of them as possible while he nursed on my prick.
    Soon I felt his grip shift down to my calves, then to my heels, and then he was
    lifting my feet, still with his mouth locked on my erection. He guided my feet up until they were flat on the edge of the bed, my thighs spread and Craig’s face—linked to me by the thick stem of my cock—framed between them. I felt suddenly quite exposed; the memory of Craig’s hands on my ass pushing its way nearer to the front of my thoughts.
    “Dude, I’m not letting you…” I started, but Craig pulled himself off my dick with
    a pop. He squinted up at my nervous expression.
    “Don’t worry, Kyle”—he laughed—”the puny fag ain’t gonna try to fuck you.”
    I probably blushed; his comment was so close to Jeff’s dumb warning after the
    auction. I already knew enough to know that Craig taking my ass without my complete agreement had the same sort of chance as a snowball in hell. Even so, just having my butt up on display was a weird sensation. I could feel air on my hole, which was
    exposed as my muscled cheeks spread with my legs. Nobody ever looked at me there.
    But Craig was, one hand steadying my erection upright and occasionally swiping
    his thumb across the precum-slicked tip while the fingers of the other swept lightly around my flanks and up. I felt his breath on me now, cool and leaving my hole
    twitching despite my attempts to stay still.
    He looked up, and those intense eyes caught mine. “Relax, okay? I promise—
    promise—you’ll like it.”
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    I didn’t say anything, and that was presumably as good as agreement, as the next
    thing I knew he’d dipped his head and, as I craned mine up to try to see what was
    happening, I felt the hot wetness of his tongue dredging along the crack of my ass.
    If I’d frozen at its first touch, I almost jolted out of my skin and physically off the bed when Craig’s tongue lapped against my hole, the burst of sensation like a
    firecracker, or a bolt of lightning between my cheeks. He tilted his chin up so that his tongue stopped where it just nuzzled the underside of my balls, and then he repeated the whole process, starting teasingly at my tailbone and then sweeping hungrily up, pausing to circle around my ass and send uncontrollable tremors up my spine, before ending at my nuts.
    He stopped—the fucker, he stopped, and I wanted to grab his head with both
    hands and plant his mouth directly on my hole and never, ever let him move again. He looked up, past where my dick was trying to drown his hand with a steady, sticky flow of clear juice, and straight at me. And he winked. A sly, cocky wink as if to say There. I told you so.
    And I