Chapter 3

"And curse my situation, I'm just too bored for normal views..."

"Now that was.... Out of this world... You can do this to me anytime, right? I mean the quality and all?" Corey mumbled and giggled lightheaded as he came around slowly and just enjoyed the afterglow of their orgasms and the fact that he could taste air normally again.

Caressing the long back as Jim still was lying on him, he tried to think about the what now part under the jokes.

"Are you sure you'll be okay with me and the situation? Because I must warn you that I am an addictive type and might give up on this now after such a long time... with a little heartache..." he swallowed as the small confession of his blissed out mind and messed up heart slipped out of his mouth.

"I usually like to fuck like this, yes," Jim chuckled too as he enjoyed the caresses on his slowly drying back then while listening to Corey, he gently slid out of him to take care of the condom and get some tissues for them. Jim began cleaning up first Corey, his eyes drinking in the sight of the messed up stomach and hole as he gently cleaned them.

A lop-sided little smile was playing on his lips as he looked into Corey's eyes. "I'm an addictive type too, to be honest. And this was... positively the best sex I've ever had," he blushed a bit from the confession too. It might have sounded as a cliché but still, Jim felt that way about what they just did.

"To answer your question, I think yeah. I'll be okay with it, don't worry," the biker added then quickly cleaned himself up too before tossing the used tissues into the bin and began dressing up.

"Thanks..." Corey said and felt his heart beating in such a stupid way. "I'll be spending tomorrow with my son. So not working anywhere. My Saturdays are his. But maybe we can work on the get to know each other part and repeat this sometime. You will be at the club too on Sunday?" he asked forcing a chatting tone on himself as much as he could and gathered his clothes to get dressed too.

To be honest, Jim felt the slight awkwardness slowly creeping back between them now that the flames of their passion have ebbed down and they were returning to the real world.

"Sure, I understand you want to be with him," Jim nodded. "I'll respect that," he added on a reassuring tone once he zipped up his pants and gathered his T-shirt from the floor.

He tried to look at their situation without some pink glasses. They were grown men with their own lives and happened to work together and like each other. They could just get physical sometimes for pleasure, right? No big deal, right? After all, this time there weren't any significant others in the picture so...

But who was Jim kidding? He already liked Corey more than just a fuck buddy...

"You want me to be there? Because if you do, I can go watch you perform. I love your acts, by the way. You're very sexy. Though I'm sure you've heard this a thousand times before..." he hummed with a small smile. "I'm all up for the getting to know each other better thing too..."

"Yeah… Of course I want you there. You're my biggest inspiration and I just have a hint that Sunday's show will be dirtier than before," he smiled back and pushed his hands in his jeans pockets.

"Okay I feel like a teenager now. Jim, I like you. And it’s okay if you’ve been just hooking up before. Just say it if you’re not ready for more… I mean... I may be too much for you... Maybe..." Corey looked down and quieted down as he let his dark thoughts get a better of him. "Just say so... Please... ‘cause I am... Oh fuck it…" he groaned and stepped to Jim, grabbing his face between his hands and pulling it down pressed an emotion-filled kiss to his lips.

"I like dirty and thanks... I doubt I've ever been anyone's inspiration," he pulled his tee over his head and adjusted it on his long upper body before meeting Corey's eyes again. The nervous embarrassment was indeed clear on him, but Jim found that cute too.

Before he could say anything, though, the biker found his arms full with the passionate redhead and his lips being kissed deeply. Of course he returned that kiss as best as he could while his long arms wrapped a bit tighter around Corey, both of them blushing hard.

But once the kiss ended, Jim moved a big hand to caress the short ginger beard on Corey's flushed cheek. "I... to be honest... Yes, I like you too. A lot. And I'm excited about this... forming bond between us, but... Can't we just let it form on its own without us trying to put a label on it? I mean... I've just... broke off my engagement and was left by my ex-lover so... Frankly, the intensity of this..." here he waved a bit between the two of them "it's a bit scary for me. Can you understand that? All I'm asking is to let's ease into this, okay?" he asked very much unsure in fear that Corey would say no and reject the idea.

"Yeah... Yeah, I understand… I've warned you that I can be too much," Corey said with a giggle but inhaled deeply. He knew well what he said. He was a stupid, stupid man who loved too easily and way too hard.

"Sorry... We take it slow and easy. You know my songs, so know how overwhelming I can get with things," he added with a shrug and let Jim go and stepped back from him. "Let's finish the song for the emo kids?"

"Thanks," Jim smiled down at Corey with a little sigh. "And it's cool, man. We just started getting to know each other now. At least we already know that there won't be a problem with the physical part..." Jim tried to joke to ease up the mood a bit between them.

"Alright then... Let's actually work something today..." he murmured picking up his by then cold coffee to down it then put his guitar on his lap too, keeping an eye on Corey to see his reactions. Seeing that he was trying to focus more on their work now too, the big biker eased up a bit and put aside trying to come to term with his feelings in favor of finally finishing that song.

***

"Be careful of what you wish for, impossible to just ignore"

Saturday’s father and son day went great. Griffin was over 9, and as he saw much of the non-functioning marriage of his parents, he had Corey's obnoxious way to hide his sensitivity and feelings.

Still the two men had more of a friendship and much honesty between them than other fathers with a preteen son.

Even more as Griff had the same passion and talent for music as Corey had. Going in the studio to work on some of the boy's songs always were part of the Saturdays, and usually they ended up in some kind of a therapy talk between them about their week.

Knowing that Corey was going to be busy with his son that day, Jim slept in a bit then after breakfast in that cool diner, he decided to ride his badass bike to the studio. He figured that while jamming a bit, he would be able to put things into place in his head as the last few days gave him enough to think through.

As he parked in front of the building and took his guitar case, he was thinking of Corey, of course. Needless to say, the short guy made a very strong impact on Jim. And it wasn't just the stripper thing, but more like what went down between them behind closed doors – okay, during that first time just nearly closed doors.

That thought made Jim smile under his mustache as he waved to the tattoo-covered girl behind the reception desk. It was a bit colder that day so his usual jeans-tee-shirt combo was complimented by a worn black biker leather-jacket and black shades too.

Making his way to the back, he noticed the door left ajar and heard some voices and quite a good drum part too. Curious, Jim couldn't stop himself from taking a peek and his eyes widened a bit. It was Corey and a boy, surely his son. Clearly Corey was teaching him some song and the little guy seemed to be just as talented in music as his dad. Not to mention the striking similarities...

"So... Your dad is a moron once again..." Corey scoffed standing up and giving the drummer seat to his son.

"You will know better. I have faith in you, old man!" the boy said grinning and really sounding much more mature than a 9-year-old. He was Corey's younger version from head to toe in full blonde instead of ginger.

"Thanks. It's good to have someone to rely on... Remember that when I get old and will need diapers," Corey replied grabbing a bass.

"Dad... Told you I can imagine you more as a top. So please..." Griffin fake-grimaced and rolled his eyes before he started to play the rhythm that Corey showed him on the drums, his dad joining in on bass.

Hooking his sunglasses into the front of his T-shirt's hem, Jim had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep his chuckles in from the boy's comments. He felt a bit bad for eavesdropping on the father-son duo, but at the same time his heart seemed to melt seeing them together.

As they took their place and started playing, Jim thought that maybe he should just leave them be and quietly take off as he could jam at the motel too. Agreeing with himself about not intruding on the clearly precious time Corey could spend with his carbon copy, Jim was about to move and leave when his eyes met Griffin's as he looked up from the drums.

Busted...

"Dad..." the boy stopped and nodded to the door.

"Hey... Come in," Corey said to Jim as he looked there also. It was a bit of a surprise but he was the one who has more serious feelings and maybe plans. "Meet my son Griffin. This is the new guy I've been telling you about, son. Jim Root," he told the boy getting closer from the drums.

"Hello. So you're the one. Nice to meet you!" Griffin held his hand out very seriously and looked up at the man double his size, his deep blue eyes narrowed like he heard things of this new guy before...

Clearing his throat and wearing a little apologetic smile, Jim walked in on his long legs and put down his guitar case on the floor before shaking the boy's offered hand. He had a slight flush on his face realizing that Corey must have talked to Griffin about him.

"Hi. Nice to meet you too, Griffin," Jim shook the hand which was very tiny compared to his, but the boy had a firm shake already. Of course he let Griffin size him up. From that close the similarities were even more striking.

"I didn't mean to intrude. Thought that the office would be free as I knew you two were going to spend some time together," he kinda apologized. "I'll get lost and leave you two to your practicing."

"Yeah Griff writes songs. It seems it's a Taylor curse or something. And we were just trying to figure out the end part..." Corey said

"You're a good guitarist and songwriter. Want to help out?" Griffin cut in with a very sweet smile flashed at Jim and not moving his eyes from the tall man.

The tall guy could feel that intense gaze nearly burning holes into him. No doubt from where the kid had inherited that. It was as if he was grilled and closely observed, Griffin trying to see what kind of a man he was.

Chuckling a bit on Corey's joke, Jim smiled down at the boy. "Thanks for the compliment. And if you want, I could stay and try to help you guys out," he finally nodded and picked his case up to go to his usual spot and unpack. "As much as I heard, it's a great song already. Why don't you play it from the start while I set up?"

~~~

Life is strange. After a few hours of jamming and his son getting friends with Jim, they ended up in his house for early dinner. Corey found himself watching the two. And thinking about how it would be if all his stupid wishes would work out...

As nowadays his life seemed to follow that 'going with the flow' tendency, Jim allowed himself to relax a bit more around the father-son duo. Not that it was so hard to do so. Griffin was a bright and fun kid to be around. Jim quickly realized that he was much more mature and open than his age would make one assume. Not to mention the talent he seemed to share with his father.

But frankly... he was a bit surprised that he ended up sitting by the kitchen table with him at their house, talking (and sometimes arguing) about old rock bands like Pink Floyd and Black Sabbath and so on. Clearly the kid got a thorough music education from his dad.

Though while drinking a beer, Jim divided his attention between Griffin and his dad who was making them dinner by the counter. Jim realized that after the umpteenth time that he liked watching Corey doing such simple things too.

"I loved the Tony Martin era of Sabbath. I mean, don't tell me that ‘Headless Cross’ is not an amazing classic rock song," Griffin said with much enthusiasm about said band after it came to the topic of Black Sabbathbeing the inventors of heavy metal.

Corey just chuckled on him and Jim as both seemed to be very passionate about music and got along well. He joined them with his beer after putting the pasta into the oven. The whole scene of having Jim in his house and talking all eased up with his son and him was a bit strange, but maybe a good strange.

It surely felt very nice and family-like...

"Yes, you're right about that," Jim chuckled amused and also impressed by Griffin. Not just his taste and knowledge about music, but his brightness and openness too. It was kinda easy for Jim to ease up around the kid.

After taking a sip from his beer, he flashed a smile at the sitting down Corey, noticing that he was watching him. It made Jim blush a bit. This was not how he imagined how his day would go but it was... quite nice and had a homey feeling.

~~~

The evening was great. The three men were having fun talking about all kind of topics and having beer, with Griffin having root beer with them, and Corey could swear that the boy was getting drunk on them...

But all the hyper Taylor energies come to an end at times. And Corey put his son to bed, a little bit tipsy.

"Hey... You're going?" he asked entering the living room again and saw Jim putting on his leather jacket.

Jim had a nice buzz going on in his head when he said goodbye to the sleepy kid and watched Corey usher him towards his room. It signaled the end of the evening for the big biker and he heard Corey's voice as he checked his jacket's pockets to see if he had everything – except for his guitar as they locked it up in Corey's office back at the studio. Jim knew he would have to leave his bike on which he followed Corey's car here too, but it was fine, the motel wasn't too far away.

"Yeah... Thought I should fuck off to let you rest too..." he looked down at the shorter man, putting his hands into his pockets. "It was a great day. Thanks for letting me stick around. Griffin is a great kid. I really had fun with him," he babbled a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah... He grew up too early…" Corey nodded and bit his lip. "You can stay too, if you want. We have a guest room... If you would like that. And we can talk if you... Dunno... Sorry... Just would like you to stay around," he babbled as well and blushed more than he should.

"I've got that idea about him with your past and all..." Jim murmured, seeing the embarrassment and blushing on the shorter man too. He was just so damn cute and Jim could blame the beers, but he couldn't stop himself from leaning down to kiss Corey gently. "I stay if you really want me to..." he whispered onto the soft lips, looking into Corey's eyes from close.

"You just made my knees go weak and my heart speed up. So of course I want you to stay..." Corey whispered back, somewhat out of breath from the kiss.

Quickly he grabbed Jim’s big hand and pulled him back to the couch and made him sit down while he giggled like a teenager. It must be ‘cause of the beers...

Giving Corey a smug smirk, Jim let Corey make him sit, his eyes never leaving the redhead's form. He was so beautiful giggling and flushed like that. Jim immediately pulled him down next to his bigger body and put an arm around the other man's shoulders so the biker could pull him against his warm body.

"Damn, you fit under my arm so perfectly," he grinned wide and rubbed Corey's shoulder with his thumb. "You had fun today? Was it really okay for me to interrupt your father-son day? I can tell Saturdays with him means a lot to you."

"Yeah... I like you being so big too..." Corey said with a dirty tone for the double meaning. He pressed his body to Jim's almost in awe like a cheerleader to the team captain, and feeling like that too, he giggled again.

"I think it was good that he met you. You know... We have like... sworn to each other that since we ran away, we won't hide nothing from each other. So he heard about you. And that I… fancy you," he said looking up at Jim. "He means the world to me. Literally... And it's Saturdays when we can get all day free to spend together. But he had fun with you. And you helped finish his song. So it was a very good and fun day."

Jim chuckled on Corey liking his size – and also on the double meaning – holding him a bit tighter while listening to him.

"It's really good that you two are so open with each other... and that he knows about me and had fun. It was a good day indeed. And don't forget the amazing dinner you put together. I really loved it. Can't remember the last time I ate homemade food so good," he praised Corey but he clearly meant it too. "If it wasn't obvious, I love to eat," he giggled cutely as he let his long fingers stroke up on Corey's shoulder to caress the side of the thick tattooed neck.

"Good ‘cause I love to cook," Corey replied and closed his eyes for a second, shivering. "You know... my tree trunk neck is one of my sensitive spots..." he added stroking Jim's chest and little belly.

"Told you right away that I love the biker daddy type. And today you presented even a gorgeous bike. So I start to think that you just want to get into my panties…" Corey giggled along with Jim.

"You don't say..." Jim chuckled, tracing the slightly quicker throbbing vein there. "I've noticed before when we..." he murmured, enjoying Corey's touches just as much. “Well, the biker thing isn't an act but I'm glad it works on you this much and who knows...? Do I have a chance to get into them?" he outright flirted with the redhead, leaning in to press soft kisses against his cheek, his beard brushing against him too.

"Oh yeah... A very high chance..." Corey moaned and closed his eyes, turning to find those naughty lips. His hand moved up to Jim's nape to pull him closer. "Want to see my bedroom? It has a super comfy huge bed that will be big maybe even for you… Also a big bathtub if you're into that…" he said and while he did, he managed to crawl up onto Jim's lap.

Sliding his hands onto the firm body now straddling him, Jim reached under Corey's thighs. "Oh yeah, I'm curious. Hold on tight," he winked at the short man and stood up with him, kissing into his neck once he was holding him securely.

"First I'd love to see if that bed is as huge as you say..." he murmured and lightly bit the tattoo on the thick neck while starting to move towards where he remembered Corey pointing out his bedroom door when he showed around the house a bit. "The bath can come later..."

Giggling Corey hugged Jim strong with his arms and legs. Then hissed as Jim's teeth found his neck.

"You will like it... It's big enough for a harem… or orgies," he nuzzled his short beard to the bushy one of Jim's with delight.

"Well, for now no orgies. I just want you for myself," he chuckled into Corey's neck then once in the room, closed the door quickly and glimpsed around. The lights of the lamps from outside illuminated the furniture enough for Jim to more or less see the room. He quickly zoomed in on said huge bed and he hummed approvingly as he headed that way with his sweet burden.

"This is nice indeed..." he chuckled, putting Corey down on it and lying on top of the small man to kiss him more passionately now. "Think I'll like it here..." he murmured, letting Corey go only long enough to shrug his leather jacket off.

"Yeah... It's good ‘cause I like you being here too," Corey whispered. "Griffin’s room is at the other end, but he has good ears…" he giggled and quickly pulled back Jim on top of him and stroked up the tee on his long back. Scratching a little the soft skin, he already wiggled impatiently. "And what will be when I am only yours…? I can assure you that I am..." he asked kissing the other's neck and bearded face.

"Good..." he grinned and playfully bit and suckled on Corey's bottom lip. "And it just means we'll have to be quiet then..." he kissed along Corey's bearded jawline then began peeling off their clothes, the light scratches on his back making him get into action.

"It's good to know. I can assure you too. It's still a bit crazy for me just how much I want you and want to be around you..." he confessed right when he opened Corey's jeans and reached under his underwear. "Oh... I think I managed to get into your panties after all..." he chuckled then hummed. "It's easy... I won't keep my hands and lips off you..." the biker added and licked along the not pierced nipple before kissing and gently sucking on it now that Corey's tee was off too, his hand slowly massaging and rubbing him.

"Oh my... You might have found my other sensitive part... Be careful with it..." Corey sighed and whined pushing Jim's head closer to his nipple by the biker's nape.

Of course his hips moved to slide his hard meat into that big warm rubbing hand. He thought of telling Jim how much he wanted the big man too... But the hand and the lovely lips with the brushing beard on his chest made that thought vanish from his brain. And he probably expressed his feelings too much already.

"I just love you all over me…" he managed to breathe out that, touching and grabbing the bigger body where he could.

"Another useful information about you..." Jim puffed against the wet and erect nipple, grabbing Corey a bit firmer in his pants from the nice praising words. "I love you under me too," he added then knelt up on the bed to fully drag the rest of Corey’s and his own clothes off too.

Staying kneeling there, he opened Corey's thick thighs, stroking them up and down a few times and just drank in the breathtaking sight. "You're beautiful, you know that, right?" Jim murmured, his fingertips tracing a few old scars on the soft skin which looked even paler in the dim lights of the room. "How's your ass? I saw you move around a bit more... carefully in the morning..." he smiled dirtily.

"You keep saying that..." Corey said a little amused and it was clear even from the whispered words that he was not really used to compliments like that. "My ass can't wait to take more… It has been so many years and it has to get used to such throughout caring. But I can assure you that it likes it very much," Corey giggled. He really felt drunk. And not just from the beers... The way Jim seemed to adore him really made him high in the head and he wanted to please the big man.

"Because it's true..." Jim shrugged and leaned down to kiss along the inside of a muscular thigh from the knee up to the hot groin, occasionally sucking or biting on the skin too.

As Corey was talking about that mouthwatering ass, Jim chuckled onto his balls before licking and suckling on them, his beard tickling both as he moved his mouth higher up, kissing along the long and slightly curved shaft which was so ready for his pampering.

"Good. Because I want to bury myself into that gorgeous ass again..." he licked along said cock then sucked the tip into his hot mouth, moaning from its delicious salty taste.

"I can't wait..." the smaller man simply panted and let Jim do what he wanted with him.

His hips moved on their own to try to push deeper into the insanely hot and wet mouth. He was sort of okay for so many years without sex... Now he was just like an addict, getting back to his usual old substance and falling hard and quick into it once again.

Jim just hummed around the tasty dick and slid it deeper into his mouth, loving how Corey didn't seem to be able to control his hips. Not that it took a lot of effort for Jim to prevent him from squirming once his big hands grabbed him firmly and he began bobbing his head up and down faster, taking more and more from the leaking shaft.

But before he would deep-throat the small man, he completely slid off his dick and grinned up dirtily at Corey. "Give me the lube. Playing monk for all these years, I'm still sure you have some..." Jim added.

"Huh?" the redhead blinked up totally out of it and swallowed. "Yeah… Monks have needs too... Working up an appetite at their night job…" he joked but rolled to the right side nightstand and fetched a tube of lube from the drawer.  "Use it wisely... I have it for a while and no one else touched it... Also my toys..." he smiled dirty at Jim as he knelt with him on the wide bed.

"Oh, I like naughty monks..." Jim's eyes flashed up, contemplating for a moment if he should take a look at those toys now or next time, but that gorgeous ass coming into sight, he forgot everything else.

Taking the tube, he put it aside and lightly slapped Corey's ass to make him freeze. "Stay on all fours like that. Face down on the bed for me..." he grunted, flashing hungry eyes on the small redhead and in the next moment Jim's fingers were pulling apart Corey's ass cheeks to lick between them, moaning from the taste he found there as he began rimming his lover.

Still lightheaded, Corey obeyed. Of course with a little giggle.

He leaned on his forearms putting his butt on display for his hungry man. He noticed how Jim could turn super aroused and almost predatory hungry. But he felt that same old love for such a lover rise up in him again and his groan was nothing subtle or quiet when he felt Jim's long tongue playing with his still sensitive entrance.

"Keep quiet, baby..." Jim shushed Corey with rubbing an ass cheek, not wanting to accidentally wake Griffin with all the moaning. "Be a good boy for me and I'll make your wish come true," he chuckled then kissed and sucked on the puckered hole, starting to push his tongue in while he lubed up his fingers and gently took hold of the hard shaft to pump it.

"Are you gonna be good for me, Corey?" he asked and lightly bit his ass close to the inviting hole, his hand tightening a bit around the now slippery cock.

"Yes... I am a good boy for you... I do what you want just give it to me nice and hard…" Corey whispered out of breath and bit into his arm to not cry out from the skilled tongue and that big strong hand.

His submissive training was kicking in more and more as he was so, so hungry for it... And so wanted to be good for Jim...

"That's what I like to hear..." Jim murmured and removed his slick fingers from Corey's dick just to slowly but steadily push them into his ass, continuing his work of opening it up, though not as roughly as he wanted since he knew Corey was still tender there. But as he did so, Jim began showering the ass cheeks and even the small of Corey's back with kisses and light bites, moaning softly.

It didn't take long for him to deem Corey ready and reaching down next to the bed, he fished out a condom from his leather jacket, tearing the package open with his teeth before putting it on. Some more lube on his shaft and Corey's hole and all was set.

"So good for me... You deserve what you asked for..." he panted and began pushing in steadily while keeping Corey in place with a hand on his hip, thumb rubbing the hot skin, while the biker's other hand was steadying his own dick until it was fully buried. Jim panted quietly as he bottomed out, moving his shaft around a bit to stretch Corey more then he leaned over the trembling body, pressing his own against it.

As he began slowly moving in and out, he showered the tattooed back with more kisses and bites, moaning softly. "You feel so amazing... So fucking tight. I love it..."

The smaller man just whined and moaned against his own arm while that wonderful dick entered him.

His own hips moved around in small circles to help Jim move more freely. Also, to help him get deeper to his pleasure spots quicker... "I've missed this so fucking much..." he breathed as like in a trance he was moving in sync with Jim's soft thrusts.

"Then I have to make sure you get your fill of it..." Jim chuckled into Corey's ear and even sucked on a bit before fully leaning on his tattooed forearms next to him and began snapping his hips faster and firmer against the small man.

It was so intense already that Jim had to more or less bury his face into the crook of the thick neck, his heavy balls slapping louder against Corey.

He kept going for a while like that but when his arms began to tremble, he fully slipped out and got on all fours, moving Corey onto his side. Pushing a thick thigh up while Jim laid behind him, he put a big hand onto the redhead's mouth, ramming his dick right back in, immediately dictating a fast and rougher pace.

Laying on his side with a male lover was always a welcomed thing in Corey's world. The hand on his mouth was a bit way too familiar but that big cock entering him so perfectly and roughly made the forming dark memories vanish.

He had a big rough biker man lover who was just pounding his ass hard and wild just like he needed it to empty his brain from anything else but the pure pleasure Jim was giving to him.

After a while Jim was huffing and puffing next to Corey's ear then when he felt the urge, he removed his hand just to turn the flushed face towards him to possess Corey's lips in a passionate kiss. Meanwhile his other hand wasn't lazy either. It left his slightly already bruising marks where he was holding onto Corey nearly desperately.

It's been such a long time that he had someone so intoxicating in bed and all he wanted to do was giving back to this perfect man. Hand taking a hold of the wet bobbing shaft, Jim began jerking it hard, his dick pounding Corey half-way into the mattress.

"Any time now, baby..." he panted onto the red lips, stealing a few more kisses to swallow Corey's unwitting sounds of pleasure.

Not that Corey heard Jim... He was way too far gone in his own pleasures. He was one oversensitive nerve ending that arched back to Jim's body. Lying on his side let the bigger man to literally get above him and press him into his beloved soft mattress with each earth-shattering thrust.

He really didn't need an order to cum when the strong fingers closed harder around his leaking meat. Only a few more moves were needed from Jim and he lost it. Hard and mind-blowing. And his cramping body pulled his lover with him.

The second Corey started coming hard and so perfectly, Jim swallowed the redhead's yells right into his mouth, his own mixing into them as that beautiful ass began milking him. He himself nearly blacked out from the intense pleasure as he began filling the thin latex with his own load, making sure that they fully rode out their intense orgasms.

Then he was just blindly kissing and stroking the heavily panting man while they tried to learn again how to breathe.

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