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Jack and Callum
Chapter seven.
Ben Mitchell stood nude before the kneeling Callum, his cock hard and arched oroudly before Callum's lips. "Come back," he urged, "you now you want it. Suck my cock!"
For a srrange reason Callum felt an aversion to the act but closed his eyes and rgiught of Jack. Callum felt ashamed and guilty over the fact but slowly opened his mouth and dipped is head forward. His lips slid down around the pulsing length until Callum's nose rubbed against Ben's trimmed pubes.
Ben moaned at the sensations flowing through his body and clasped Callum's hair to urge him on.
Callum suckled and slurped loudly around the shaft enjoying the feeling of the length pulsing against his flecking tongue. Callum inhaled and smelled a mixture of stale piss and sweat. He wrinkled his nose. Ben couldn't compare to Jack's clean fresh taste nor the pleasant musky soap Jack used. Again guilt over came Callum. As a means of contrition, Callum sucked harder and took the length in and out of his mouth more rapidly.
Ben was pleased, unaware of his husband's conflicted emotions. He rangled his fingers within Callum's hair and pumped his cock rapidly within Callum's suctioning mouth. His balls slapped against Callum's chin and the mechanic felt as if he were in nirvana.
His balls were hot, tight and full of cum. Without cautious warning he exploded wiithin Callum's throat causing the copper to choke a bit before swallowing the load. His mouth was full and cum ran down his chin,, dripping to the floor.
Ben pumped the last drops after several minutes and sloppily pulled from Callum's mouth. Ben's cock glistened with spittle and cum. His breathing was heavy and ragged. Callum moved to rise but Ben held him down by a hand on the copper's shoulder. Ben gave Callum a sexy cheeky grin and turned around to face the wall behind him. He spread his legs wide, thrust his arse and pulled his arse cheeks exposing his twitchhing quim.
Callum blinked in surprise. Ben never let Callum rim him, but here he was offering up his arse now.
"Eat it Cal," Ben urged. "Let me feel that tongue poke my hole.," he panted.
Callum scooted closer and licked up along one bubbly cheek. He kissed the warm flesh while exploring the tight quim with his hands. He pulled at the ring exposing the pink inner flesh. He stretched the hole with his index finger before dipping his head and licking up along the crack.
Ben shifted awkwardly and pretended to like it when Callum's finger entered and stretched his hole. He forced himself to thrust back against the copper's exploring lips and tongue.
Callum licked obediently and thrust his tongue tip within the tight ring of his quim. Callum wrinkled his nose again. Ben tasted stale and bitter and smelled unclean a far cry from the squeaky clean musky scent and taste of Jack.
Damn, he thought, he was comparing again!
He concentrated on the hard cock shoved down his throat to avert the comparisons again.
Ben face fucked Callum hard and fast-his nads slapping loudly against Callum's chin. Spittle and precum dripped from the copper's mouth. Ben was close again. He abrupt;y let out a grunt and exploded within Callum's mouth. Cal swallowed the spoog rapidly. While slurping and gulping he realized how much he wanted the sex to be over. He felt guitlier than before. He was the one to let Ben's spent cock slip from his mouth/ He moved a bit, prepared to stand and head into the bedroom but Ben roughly pulled Callum to his feet and smashed his lips against those of Callum. When Callum gasped in surprise, Ben thrust his tongue within the copper's mouth. Ben fumbled awkwardly in the kiss. Ben finely admitted that he just could not kiss well. But Callum thought of Jack's assertive possessive kiss and endured Ben's fumbled attempt.
Ben pulled his lips away and licked Callum's ear lobe . His voice was husky and deep as he stated, "I'm going to fuck you over and over all night. Callum tightened his hold upon Ben but rolled his eyes and wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction. Calllum inhaled shar[;y. It was going to be a long tedious night he inwardly groaned.
Keanu walked down Bridge street whistling in good nature. Martin Fowler was approaching from the opposite direction and saluted Keanu in greeting. "What's up mate?" Martin queried.
"Just off to the Vic for a few pints," Keanu smiled. For the first time Keanu noted that Martin wasn't a bad looking fit bloke. "Care to join me?"
Martin smiled, "sounds good mate. I haven't got any plans."
"Great," Keanu grinned, altrsdy reading a plan of seduction.
The two men ambled down the street Chitchatting, mostly about the most recent footie match. Keanu clasped his arm along Martin's back casually, wanting desperately to squeeze the market trader's muscular arse. Keanu chortled under his breath. He'd have plenty of time to play with Martin's arse, later, and play with much much more.
To be continued...