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Characters of "Sweet Magnolias" belong to Daniel L. Paulson Productions and Netflix. This is a fan-made fictional story between fictional characters. This story is between two grown men.
Harlan Bixby has been a model husband. Doting, caring, and being as supportive as he can be of his pregnant wife. In the early days of the pregnancy she had a high libido. Twice or even thrice she jumped him. Cock hungry. But as of late, she has pulled away from his touch. Going so far as to kick him out of bed if he got too close. Being a good husband has put much stress upon his sexual needs.
"And have you thought of jerking off?" Ashley inquired.
"I tried!" Harlan exclaimed. "But she insists on interrupting me when I think I found a time and space to do it." Harlan rubbed his hard bulge in his jeans. His chubbed up cock snaking down his pant leg. Making an obscene bulge in his snug pants. "I just need some relief."
"Is that what our sessions have become?" Ashley asked as he rubbed a hand on the assistant coach's thigh.
"Please, you're my only option," Harlan begged. Spreading his legs wide. Ashley chuckled, thinking how wrong this man was. If he only knew. "Please." Harlan sighed as his special therapist kissed and bit at his neck. The assistant coach threw his head back, exposing more neck for the other man. The man took the invitation, salivating across the exposed skin. Hixby moaned, his body relaxing in the other man's touch.
Ashley's hand sought out and quickly found the assistant coach's nipple through the athletic wear shirt. A small hitch to the coach's moaning. He straddled the soon-to-be-father's lap. The two looked into each other's eyes hungrily before smashing lips together, very wetly. The therapist ground his ass against the coach's hard bulge.
Harlan wrapped his arm around the confidant's waist. He held on to him tightly. Tongue darting into the other mouth quickly, teasing his secret lover. He lowered his hand and began kneading the man's firm ass. The two moaned as their heat rose.
Ashley pulled free from his client's hold. He hastily tugged the man's shirts out from his pants. The coach stripped off his jersey polo, revealing a well-worn tank top with faint sweat stains. The therapist crawled backwards onto the floor. His hands making fast work of the other's belt and pants. Within a handful of seconds he had pulled the athletic instructor's pants down. Harlan's pulsating meat tube stretched the man's white briefs.
"I love when you wear your whitey-tighties," Ashley murmured. His hands caressing the exposed leg skin. Harlan smirked. After a brief moment to drink in the sight, the married gay man smashed his lips against the strained fabric. He worked his mouth up and down the clothed length. The copious amount of saliva wetting the white cotton, making it increasingly transparent.
"Fuck," Harlan sighed. He lifted his tank and pushed the waistband of his briefs down. His therapist let the fabric be peeled from his obsession. The heat of the bare cock almost burned the man's lips. Both married men moaned together as Ashley let the 1o inch cock's bulbous mushroom head slide into his awaiting drooling mouth. The therapist being long practiced in the art of deepthroating took the cock to the pubes in one go. "Fuuuuuuuuuuccccck." The high school baseball coach closed his eyes and laid his head back. The therapist's throat was a well welcomed pleasure. Massaging every inch encased by it. Lips working the root of his cock. Agile tongue sliding around the thick shaft, teasing a couple of rigid veins that ran across it. When he opened his eyes and looked down, he noticed his pants and briefs were completely removed, along with his shoes and socks. Only his now sweaty tank clothed him. "Get ready, babe," he whispered as he dug his fingers in the man's hair. "Just a bit...." His sentence trailed off as his body tensed. His first orgasm in two weeks rocked his body. His hips bucked up, trying to push deeper into Ashley's throat. Ashley could feel the man's nuts pull close as they let the flood out. Harlan's shaft grew wider as it shot steamy hot cum down the married man's gullet. Straight down to his stomach. Ashley easily milked all he could out of the almost-father. Savoring the sensation of consuming such potent seed.
With a loud smack of lips, Ashley pulled off the rigid cock. Bridges of saliva spanning the short space. The two smiled at each other, basking in the afterglow. "I paid for a full session," Harlan said, his voice a bit dry. Ashley gave the large cock a lick. He stood up.
"Just give me a minute," Ashley said as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Unless you want to help." Harlan stroked his cock a few times, letting his lover undress slowly. Then he stands up and sighs.