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pulled harder, head bobbing up and down now, going down to meet each push into his mouth.
"Gonna. Gonna, man. Trace went up on tiptoe, entire body shuddering.
Yeah, yeah, gimme, cowboy, gimme all you got.
He hummed and sucked, fingers sliding behind Trace's balls. Trace grunted and shot, salty, bitter spunk
filling his lips. He drank it down like it was a shot of whiskey, swallowing it all up making sure he didn't
miss a drop.
"Fuck me. The long legs buckled a little, a soft groan on the air.
Chuckling around the long prick, he cleaned it a little, and pulled off.  Yeah, man, that's the plan."
He wrapped his hand around Trace's heat, jacking lazily.  Or if you keep it up, you can do me. He was
pretty fucking sure he knew which way Trace was going to go.
"Mmm. I'm not opposed to either. Also with me, you'll have to take your fucking time. It's been a couple
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years."
"A couple years? You'll be fucking tight, man. His cock throbbed at the thought.  Sweet."
He stood up slowly, holding Trace's eyes.  Now there's the matter of some private tattoos. I'll show you
mine if you show me yours."
"That's a deal. He got this wild, wicked little grin and Trace stripped off, showing a white tiger that
looked like it was hunting through the bush of Trace's pubes.
"Oh, that fucking rocks, man. He reached out and traced the tail where it wrapped around the base of
Trace's prick.  This because you're a tiger? He started tugging off his leathers fair play and all.
"No, my younger brother Tony was killed in the Gulf a few years ago. It's for him."
"Oh, man, I'm sorry. It was a hell of a place for a tat in remembrance of a brother.
He touched the tail again, and then finished stripping off. His ink was all Celtic knot work. It covered
pretty much his whole body in black and a deep emerald green, included his entire prick. His right nipple
had a ring with a little emerald in it.
"Damn. That's a lot of work. Trace stepped forward, fingers wrapping around his cock.
He groaned, pushing into the warm hand.  I like the high."
"Who does it for you? That hand still knew its job.
"There's a guy just up the road aways. His voice had gone husky, the pleasure making his balls ache.
"He's into you, huh? You can tell, with all the detail... One finger traced a pattern on his balls.
"Let's just say he doesn't mind if I get off while he's working on me. He pushed into that touch.  Bed,
huh? Before his knees fucking gave out from that confident touch.
"Works for me, man. Trace kept holding him, fingers sliding up and down his shaft, over and over,
stroking him.
He backed toward the bed, moving slow so he didn't lose contact with that talented hand. If the rest of
Trace was as good at this as the man's hand ... Groaning, he grabbed Trace by the back of the neck, and
took a kiss, sinking down onto the bed.
"Damn, you've got a mouth on you. Trace stretched out alongside him, rubbing with a nice, steady
rhythm.
"And you've got amazing hands."
"Mmmhmm. One hand worked his cock, the other traced his tattoos circles and swirls and long, lazy
caresses that didn't match the strong tugs on his cock. It was the contrast that was getting to him. Those
hard tugs versus the soft touches. He shuddered, his own hands clumsy on Trace's skin.
"You going to fuck me, man? Make it good for me?"
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"You'd better stop if that's what you want. You keep that up and I'll fucking come all over you."
The pulls on his cock slowed, gentled.  That would be hot, but you've got a great cock. I want to feel
it."
"And I want to feel that tight body around me. Go where no man has gone in a long while. He rolled
Trace onto his back, fingers running over that white tiger. That was fucking clever, the ink under pubes
like he was behind grass.  This is great work. He kept stroking it, touching as he reached under the bed,
feeling around for the lube and condoms.
"It was fucking amazing, getting it done. I was flying."
"I'll bet. I'm going to send you flying now."
He spread Trace's legs, moving to kneel between them.  Face to face good for you?"
"Yeah. Take your time, man. Yeah, there was a hint of nerves there, underneath all the need.
"I don't have anywhere to be, do you? He stroked the strong thighs.
"I've got nothing but time. Trace spread like a practiced whore, just like that. Oh, fucking pretty.
He bent and his tongue tickled the tip of that tiger's tail, making Trace's cock jerk. Then he moved down
to the man's legs, mouth open to suck on the inside of Trace's left thigh.
"Oh. Trace spread wider, that little surprised sound making him groan.
He grinned, taking a bit of skin between his teeth.
"Fuck. Fuck, yeah. Trace jerked away, then went still.
He worried that bit of flesh, and then let it go, licking and soothing before he moved a little higher and
wrapped his lips around it, sucking strongly. He loved how Trace's smells got stronger the higher along
that thigh he went. He could see Trace's balls, wrinkling and drawing up, Goddamn.
He wanted a taste, but first ... he grabbed the skin in the crease between torso and thigh between his
teeth, nipping, and then licking, humming at the flavor. Trace's fingers trailed over his head, tugging him
closer, begging for more.
"Hungry man. Of course he was the one with his mouth working, now wasn't he?
Chuckling, he took one ball into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. The long body stilled, the sound of
the soft panting just filling the air. He sucked and rolled the sensitive ball, and then let it slide out of his
mouth. Nosing past those sacs, he licked at the smooth, hot skin beyond them.
Oh, that sound was shocked, surprised, damn near desperate. He licked again, and then grabbed hold
of those thighs, pushing them back and rolling Trace's hips up a little so he could get to the man's tight
little hole.
"Oh, fuck. I. That ... Jesus... Trace shook good and hard, trembling for him.
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