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caller. Who keeps calling, bad timing.
     

Chapter Nine
    I’ve never played the Fairy Godmother before, the tutor so to speak, I’m just as nerv ous as Dax is. He’ll be making his debut, his very first homosexual experience. His comfort level is at the top of my list, I’d never try to pressure him into something he didn’t want to try. I’ve been there, and there wasn’t anything nice about it.
    I don’ t play the Alpha/Sub routine. There’s nothing wrong with both parties taking turns as Alpha, I find it more appealing, because both lovers get to enjoy all flavors of the rainbow. I sound like a freaking Starburst commercial.
    As we walk past the bar to the living room, there’s a thundering boom outside, and the power zaps. Granger hauls ass up the stairs, I know he’s going under my bed. It sounds like the transformer blew down the street. Great! That’ll take a few hours to get fixed.
    “I need to report this outage, give me a couple minutes.”
    Dax nods and strolls over to the couch. Damn, he sure knows how to pack an ass inside those jeans. Geezus!
    After filing the report, I stroll back into the living room. Dax is standing at the back door, watching the rain come dow n. I set two beers on the table and come up behind him. He jerks. I didn’t mean to scare him.
    I slip my arm s around his waist and snug up on his back. Dax twists to face me. With my fingertips, I skim over his pouty lips, tracing the outline of his curves, and dips. We both stare into each other’s eyes. As my finger reaches the bottom lip again, I glide into his mouth. His tongue licks around my finger. All I can imagine is Dax on his knees in front of me.  My dick is so hard, it could bend steel.
    I pull back and walk over to the couch. Dax follows and sits on my left side. He gives me a catch-sexy smile, as I rotate sideways. I see him perfectly now.
    As his leg bounces up and down nervously, I place my hand on his thigh. We’re stuck in eye-lockdown, neither of us can break it. He radiates heat through the jeans. I part his lips and slip my finger inside his mouth. He curls his tongue around my finger. I pull back but he sucks me back. God, I want to feel him around my cock.
    I lean my head in close to him and my lips caress against his. Instinctively our mouths open a little. I twine my fingers in his hair, and our tongues swipe together in mid-air. God he’s lickable!
    I t ilt my head and deliver baby pecks to his neck. My tongue swirls tiny spheres, he moans. I finger walk up his jeans until I get to his package. Grabbing hold, my hand opens and tightens around his crotch, in a pulsating grip. Not too hard or too easy.
    His raging b oner strains the zipper in his jeans. That’s a feeling I know all too well. I reach for the button and unfasten them, the zipper is next. I release the beast and move my head back to look at his glistening cock. It’s beautiful, incredible actually. Dax watches everything I’m doing.
    “Are you okay?” I stroke over his cheek with my fingers, offering some kind of re-assurance to him.
    “Yes.”
    “Still nervous?”
    “ Yep, a li-little, but I’ll be all right.”
    Never missing a beat, m y hand hugs around his dick. Hungrily, our mouths widened, and I plunge my tongue deep inside of him. I stroke him. Our tongues thrash in foreplay and our heads twist and turn from side to side. I tug on his bottom lip and suck it into my mouth. He moans, and my cock swells in anticipation, even more at the sound of him, it’s like there’s a direct link from his moan straight to my prick. I tug on his jeans, and he raises his ass and helps me wiggle them down his legs, and finally all the way off. He’s smokin’ hot!
    He pul ls his shirt over his head and helps to remove mine. I have to taste him. I want to lick every inch of his fuck hot body and feel him inside my mouth. Dax’s entire body erupts in chill bumps, his legs shake a tiny bit. I lick my lips and trace his nipples into tiny peaks with