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didn’t have a chance to be embarrassed or clear the frog from my throat because BJ kissed me then.
    I moaned into the sinful delight of the man’s warm lips encircling mine. My mouth opened willingly, and his wet tongue slipped inside, flicking over mine and darting out. He pulled back and smiled down at me, his thumb stroking my jawline.
    He didn’t ask permission to touch the rest of me. My kiss had already granted him unlimited access. He ran the flat of his hands down my chest, the palms scraping my nipples and sending jolts of need straight to my dick. I shuddered, relishing the way he watched his hands caress me. I was breathing heavily now, gripping the counter with one hand, the other opening and closing into a fist.
    A finger hooked in the front of my sweats. There was no denying the hard cock pressing the soft fabric out. He stroked the drawstring, and though my erection seemed to be BJ’s destination, he went no further. He seemed transfixed and I held my breath. Those green eyes looked back up. Without taking his gaze from mine, BJ pulled the sweats down, his fingers brushing my abdomen as he did so.
    I could hardly breathe, I was so hard by this point. There was a wet spot on the front of my underwear. When BJ brushed his thumb over it, a violent tremor went the length of my spine, then back to my cock. Reflexively, I reached out to steady myself on his broad shoulder. One hand on the cold granite, the other on his warm muscles. That solidness anchored me as he slowly peeled the sweats below my ass, kneeling as he did so. His fingers slid over the elastic of my underwear next, pulling them out further in front so as not to catch on my erection.
    The air felt cool on my wet dick. Men my height and build usually weren’t well endowed. I was just regular sized, but BJ smiled at me like he’d just been given a winning lotto ticket.
    “Oh, shit,” I gasped the second those work-worn, calloused hands gripped me.
    I’d always had a thing for the blue-collar types. Maybe it was their manliness. The way they smelled of grease and sweat. But at that moment, I was pretty sure my attraction was to the way his rough hands felt on the soft, tender skin of my dick.
    He held my base, and began to lick me like I was an ice cream cone, swirling his tongue to catch the pre-cum. I groaned as he slathered my head with saliva, my shaft, too. Soon I was wet enough that his calloused hand could stroke me in time with his licking. He moaned as he tasted me, folding his lips over his teeth and sucking hard.
    I felt my body preparing to come, my balls tightening, wanting to release. I forced a deep breath to remain in control. I wanted to savor the sight of my dick going in and out of his sweet mouth, not shoot like a virgin. It was exquisite, the warm, wet feel of him sucking on me. Licking me. BJ’s tongue probed my slit and a flash of heat made a sweat break out on my face.
    When I hissed, he pulled back to grin up at me. “You like that?”
    I nodded frantically, my mouth hanging open. Wanting desperately to feel his dark hair between my fingers, I pulled his hat off and let it fall to the floor. I cupped the back of his head, encouraging him to take me into his mouth once more. He flicked his tongue over my crown in a circular pattern. Then, he ever so gently bore down with his teeth.
    I threw back my head and screamed, bolts of pleasure shooting into my sac, and swirling in my belly. I would burst if he did that again. Part of me wanted to see gobs of white cum spurting all over his gorgeous face, but the other part of me didn’t want this to end.
    When I opened my eyes again, I saw Skippy staring at us, his head tilted curiously to the side. Embarrassed a little, I focused back on the man servicing my dick. I caressed the back of his head, and rocked my hips slowly as he sucked me, allowing him to set our pace. I reveled in the feel of his rough hand pumping my shaft, the sight of my dick disappearing into the recesses