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Griff could almost imagine the porno taxi-meter roling in his mind.
Ka-ching
. Game show pleasure:
I’ll take eating semen for another two hundred!

But not al of it.

Dante had something dirtier in mind. He gathered the rest of his spunk and used it to lube Griff’s own erection. The feeling was indescribable. And then

—
holy Christ
—Dante started sucking his own hot cream off Griff’s shaft.

Eating it! Eating it!

The sight and the smel made Griff insane. He squirmed in the chair, sliding in his own sweat down the leather, arms wrapped around Dante’s flexed back to

keep him pinned close. Griff couldn’t stop himself fucking Dante’s face hard, making him take it, pile driving his face.

And Dante just folowed him al the way down, hanging over the chair arm, grunting and slobbering at his meat, riding him as he slipped to the floor—the

whole long slide down.

Finaly Griff’s ass was on the carpet, his knees braced wide, Dante’s crow-black locks floating and tickling between them. “That’s it. Eat every fucking drop,

man. Clean up your mess.” Had he said that out loud?

Then Griff folowed suit, cleaning Dante’s wet meat.

Dante nodded in approval and encouragement. He swung his legs off Griff’s chest onto the floor so they were nursing at each other.

The only sound was the murmur and slurp of them tasting each other’s pleasure. Like they were alone. Like Griff had wanted. Like they were together. Like

this was real.

Ka-ching!
Alek flashed another thumb.

I’ll take Classic 69 and semen-swapping for $300.

Dante jerked. “Easy! Sensitive….” He gripped Griff’s wood and milked it. “Feels like it got bigger.”

Griff groaned. “You’re making it bigger, man.”

They shouldn’t be doing this here. Griff looked over at Alek behind the camera.

The Russian was sweating and standing stock stil. Obviously they were putting on quite a show that was getting out of control. How long had they been

going?

Dante opened his mouth and sucked Griff’s blushing knob inside, humming as he slid down it.

Griff’s hands went to the back of his head again and gripped it hard. He pushed forward into Dante’s throat, trying not to feel like a pig.

He asked me to.

Then Griff felt his firm helmet pop fuly into Dante’s slippery throat; the muscles spasmed around the ridge. He counted backward from a thousand, praying

he wouldn’t blow before things had even started.

One Mississippi, two Mississippi….

Breathing through his nose, Dante stayed on it, impaled on his friend’s shaft, pushing his face in the red hair for as long as he could… then choked and puled off. “Wow. Deep.”

“Sorry.”

But Dante just crammed it back into his mouth, grunting and licking at Griff until his toes curled, completely focused on Griff’s pleasure, it seemed.

“His hair.” Alek peeked out from behind the camera to nod at Griffin.

“Oh.” Griff took a handful of the midnight curls and held them out of the way so the members wouldn’t miss Dante licking his glistening shaft and nuzzling at

his tight pink bals. He could see Dante’s hard-on jerking in midair, untouched and stiff as an axe-handle again… like he wasn’t grossed out.

Sure.

Griff pushed up with his back against the leather armchair and relaxed a little, letting his muscular thighs fal open a bit as Dante crawled toward him, folowing a wicked smile. Dante’s head lowered toward the bright bush above his rod, inhaling.

Did he just smell me?

And then Dante did it again, smeled him deliberately, eyes half-lidded… taking a deep lungful of his scent before pushing that patrician nose under the floppy pink of his bals and taking a lick. Dante hooked arms underneath Griff’s meaty thighs and lifted them, roling his ass up.

Is he really gonna…?

From up close, Griff watched his pole flex and the foreskin slip back from the slippery head. Beyond it, Dante’s dark head rooted lower between his legs,

over the hard ridge behind his bals, and then that long tongue swiped the tight iris of his asshole.

Thank you, O gods of extended activities!

Precum beaded and ran down Griff’s cock as it pulsed into a straining boner, jerking with his heartbeat, aimed at his flushed face. Fighting back an insane

giggle, Griff had a flash of Dante from some long-ago fight: “Kiss my ass, man! Kiss. My. Ass.”

Yes, please.

And then,
Holy Mother of God
, he did. Dante pressed the ful firm length of his tongue into his crack, taking a long lick of the pale furrow.

Dante’s eyes were smoky on the other side of his rosy club. “So smooth. Your skin tastes….” The end of the sentence smeared into the clenching muscle of

his ass.

Alek shifted to the left, so the camera could catch Dante’s tongue, the hole, and Griff’s fat pole leaking into his copper-fuzzed navel.

Too soon! Too soon!

Griff choked. “Wait!”

But Dante didn’t listen, wouldn’t listen; he was puling the firm cheeks apart with those rough hands; he pressed his tongue
inside
Griff.

Griff’s eyes roled back into his head, apparently trying to catch a glimpse of that perfect, probing tongue from the inside. Fire licked along his limbs. His

mouth was open in shock, and crazy sounds were coming out of him.

“I can’t… I can’t….” Griff’s legs started to shake and nonsense poured out of his mouth and his dick was going pale purple and—
oh Christ
—he made a

low barking sound as his pleasure burst out of him and wet coils of semen arched up and up and over his sweaty torso—
splat, splat
—running over his pecs and in the grooves of his abdominals. His rapid breath hissed through his teeth as he panted and tried to come back.

Alek said something under his breath in Russian and sat back to adjust the lump under his cords. A wet spot. He’d spooged in his pants just from watching

them together.

“You okay?” Dante looked up at him from between his thighs, his voice muffled against Griff’s ass and bals.

“Uh-huh.” Griff was afraid to say anything that might change anyone’s mind. He nodded and gave a smal, anxious smile.

Dante’s cock was rigid and medium-raring to go again. He must have been jerking it while he licked to make it look like he loved pushing his face into Griff’s cleft.

“Let me suck yours some more. I’m real close again.”

The fuck? What bonus is that?

Dante flipped around so he could get at Griff’s softening meat while he kneaded his own. He milked a last drop out of Griff and licked it with a flat swipe of his tongue.

Griff yelped, his glans supersensitive. “Careful.”

Dante let up a little, cleaning the semen off of it with patient, relentless absorption.

Griff shook with the squirmy bliss of it, wanting to make Dante stop and terrified he would. A few more minutes of that and he was going to get hard again

too. He reached over and grabbed a handful of Dante’s curved boner.

Dante puled his mouth free. “Thanks, man. Your hand’s so much better. That’s it! Yeah. You’re gonna make me nut again.”

Dante reached down and stretched his tightening nutsack, but Griff pushed his hand out of the way and tightened his own grip, making the orbs bulge. He

couldn’t believe that didn’t hurt. Apparently not.

Dante was panting against him, humping his hand, straining for a second climax, begging for help
.

“Almost… almost… I can do it. Agh. Just pul my bals. Tug on ’em. Harder. Get me there. Yeaahhh.” Dante hunched forward with his lean hips, Griff’s soft

cockhead bumping against his open lips. His tongue swiped out again to taste the pearl of juice on the tip. Dante’s eyes squeezed shut, as he strained.

Griff stretched out with his face over Dante’s bely and let his buddy fuck his big paw while he squeezed those silky bals in the other—just on the edge of

hurting. The head of Dante’s perfect erection filed his vision. He squeezed the heavy bals one last time, barely past painful. Dante hissed and the veins stood out along his shaft. Very slowly, Griff dragged that glossy knob over his stubbled cheek milimeter by milimeter. Sweet torture for both of them. His nuts flexed in Griff’s hand, and Griff let go of them so they could pul up tight and give everything up.

A cry built and burst from Dante’s mouth, which was stil open around Griff’s wide pink cockhead. Griff sat back on his heels to watch the explosion.

“Awwggh!” Just like that, with a hoarse below, Dante sprayed hot candy rain over his slick torso, spasming and grunting in satisfaction. As Dante bucked on

the floor, a drop of semen splattered Griff’s cheek and ran down his cheek next to his mouth, but he didn’t have the nerve to taste. Instantly mindful of the camera catching them, Griff kept his mouth firmly closed.

One bonus I won’t share. Mine.

Dante shuddered, and shivered and relaxed by degrees. “Per-fucking-fection.” His ribcage glistened, rising and faling as he tried to catch his runaway breath.

Griff propped himself up on one arm, conscious of the hot drop on his face and of Alek making sure he got everything on video, snapping a chain of stils.

A silvery trail ran down Dante’s cumgutters toward the carpet. Griff almost leaned forward to clean—

Stop
.

“What are you laughing at, ya fuckin’ mook?” Dante’s eyes were smiling and his mouth curled up into a kind of happy grimace. He reached forward and

squeezed Griff’s calf hard. Griff yelped and laughed too before roling away from the grasp of those caloused hands.

They were literaly steaming. Their skin was so hot that steam was rising from them in the cold air.

“Wel now, gentlemen,” Alek murmured and swept the camera over their wet bodies, the puddles of semen, the flexing muscle pink and gold. “You seem to

have been inspired.”

Griff had almost forgotten they had an audience. He puled himself to his feet and watched Dante play to the camera.

The cocky son of a bitch turned the ful wattage of his charm at the lens as he stood up, steaming and slick. “I was so fucking horny, man. And his girl’s been holding out… you know how it is. You felas ain’t upset, right, if we got a little carried away?”

“No. A lot carried. More than I imagined possible. Yes? It was phenomenal.” Alek let the camera glide between the two of them like they were connected

by invisible threads. Like he could see what Griff kept hidden. “I had not expected….”

“You mean the rimming?” Dante shrugged. “I never rimmed a dude before, but an ass is an ass, right? I mean, I licked a girl’s butthole before. Mine gets

licked plenty.”

Griff didn’t say anything. What could he say? He wasn’t sure if he should feel pleased at the compliment or jealous of the girls who had tasted better.
What
the fuck is happening?

“Hel, I love ass.” Dante squeezed Griff’s rump for a second while Griff stayed frozen. “Besides, this one wasn’t complaining.” He grinned at his best friend

like they were talking about the junk food.

Alek turned the camera on Griff, the wet splotch dark on his cords. “You appeared to enjoy it a great deal.”

Griff blushed and shook his head. “Nobody ever did that to me before.”
I can’t believe I just admitted that. I can’t believe I had to.
The flush swept up his neck and into his face.

Dante looked flabbergasted. “Realy?! Jeez. You been dating the wrong chicks.”

Alek stepped back so he could get them on screen together. “So it seems you both pushed the boundaries a little today. Your HotHead education continues.”

“Or something? I guess.” Griff couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. And on camera. His ears burned as he looked at the floor for his street

clothes.

“Felt good, right?” Dante’s matter-of-factness left no room for embarrassment. “My ass is real sensitive too.” Then, to the lens, “I don’t know about you

guys, but it makes me crazy.”

“Sh-yeah….” Griff’s legs felt shaky stil; if he sat down he’d never get up.

“So perhaps you both might be wiling to come back and experiment further.” Alek was pushing them for a sexy finish. He wanted them to flirt with the

camera and say more porno crap about how much they loved having weird men spank their shanks watching them.

Dante seemed to know exactly what he wanted. He stepped next to Griff and wrapped one damp arm around Griff’s waist and waved at the World Wide

Web. “Maybe we wil…. See ya later, HotHeads!”

Griff waved too, like a naked robot, but he couldn’t realy work up a smile.

Finaly Alek kiled the goddamn camera. “Very wel done, gentleman. Beyond my wildest hopes for you.” He sauntered back to the row of computers on the

front wal and set the camera on the desk.

“Fuck! Fuckety-fuck, man!” Dante looked annoyed and swatted Griff. “Wait, Alex. Turn the camera back on! I meant to kiss. Shit. We were gonna—”

“Sorry.” Griff shook his head but wasn’t sorry. His heart actualy squeezed with relief. Somehow letting Alek see them be tender seemed too intimate.

“Next time, gentlemen. If you’d be wiling to share.” Alek wasn’t disappointed at al. “
That
is something I and about ten milion other men would love to see.”

Stil naked, Dante made a beeline for Alek at the desk. “We did some extra stuff though. There are bonuses, right?”

“Indeed!” Alek gave a bark of pleased laughter and nodded. He passed their envelopes to Dante and puled out his walet. Without hesitating he counted out

fifteen extra $100 bils. “And you both deserve a tip besides for showmanship. That was… magical.”

Dante’s eyes widened and he nodded at Griff. They’d made almost a third again what they’d expected. Dante was in the clear. He was safe.

Griff let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

For you. For you.

“Now, since it seems that you have no anxiety about anal play, I wonder if you could both be convinced to take things a bit further; I would offer a substantial incentive—”