End of the Line by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Chance woke suddenly, unused to sleeping with

someone else, with being warm and held and close. Still,

it only took a second and a look to see Sam's face, to

relax, let his eyes drift closed again, hands petting the

fine body.

It felt good, just relaxing and touching what he'd been

admiring and jerking off to for weeks. Hell, when Sam

had started poking, he'd been sure he was about to get

his ass kicked, not fucked into the mattress.

He thought option two was a much better deal.

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Sam rumbled and pushed toward his touches, the

sounds not quite awake. He hummed, gentling the

touches, soothing, exploring. Sam's rumbles turned to

purrs, the rangy body still pressing close.

Oh, yeah.

He started licking and kissing, eyes still closed,

learning the flavors of Sam's body.

"Damn. Chance. Nice." The words were muttered,

Sam's hands sliding over him, one finding his head and

petting.

"Mm-hmm." He found one nipple, spent some time

there. Sam bucked against him, making a strangled

sound. He rubbed back, tongue sliding over the peaked

flesh.

"Chance!" Sam's cock was hard, leaving a wet trail as

it slid over his belly.

"Yeah. Yeah." He licked his way down, cheek

rubbing against Sam's shaft.

"Oh, damn." Sam rolled onto his back, legs spreading

for him in invitation. He purred, nuzzling the heavy

balls, the soft inner thighs, hands exploring the muscled

legs. "Chance... yeah." Sam's hands wrapped in the

sheets, gripping them.

"Yeah." His lips trailed up, circling the head of Sam's

cock, pulling, tongue sliding. Sam made a noise, a cross

between a shout and a moan, hips bucking.

He pulled harder, searching for that sound again, so

bright, so free of the constant heaviness Sam carried

around. It came again, along with the sharp movements

of Sam's hips, Sam's fingers going white as he gripped

the sheets.

He reached out, twined their fingers together.

"Condom," whispered Sam hoarsely, fingers

squeezing his. He moaned, nodded, still sucking, fingers

scrabbling to find one.

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"Fuck. Hurry." Sam's hips started moving, pushing

the fat cock deeper.

He lifted his head, licking. "Damn it. Where are

they?"

Sam's hands started searching, rolling blindly through

the sheets. That cock was hard and red, shining with his

spit.

"So fucking fine. Damn." He nuzzled, open-mouthed.

"Shit. Where the fuck did they go?" Sam growled,

half sitting and getting his eyes involved in the search.

They found them at the same time, Chance's fingers

clumsy with need, rolling it down over Sam's heat,

mouth following immediately. Sam shouted, hips

shoving up that cock up into his mouth. He took Sam

deep, forcing himself to relax, to take it all.

Sam humped several times and then shouted again,

cock burying deep in his throat as it pulsed and filled the

condom. He let Sam's prick slide free, slowly nuzzling

the flat belly, kissing and licking.

Sam moaned, hand stroking his head. "Damn,

Chance. That was... damn."

"Uh-huh. Damn." He grinned, chuckling a little.

Sam grunted, hand sliding along his skin. "This

waking up with someone thing? You might have a

point."

"You think?" He felt good. Lazy. Horny. Easy.

"I do. With what part of my brain didn't get sucked

out of my cock."

"There's some left? Shit. I'll have to try harder next

time."

Sam chuckled, the sound light and easy. He grinned,

worked his way up Sam's body. Sam's mouth was there

to meet him, tongue teasing past his lips.

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