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When he didn’t freak out, I dropped my voice to a husky growl. After all, Jason wasn’t a kid any more. That much was obvious. He had a right to know the score—and to decide for himself whether he wanted to join in the game. I decided to ask the question flat out. “So...you want to see it close up?”
    I watched the sweat bead up on his throat and slide, hot and sticky, down his chest. One stubborn droplet clung to his left nipple, which extended toward me. I only hoped his cock would be equally responsive.
    “I...I think so.”
    Two swift steps closed the distance between us. Jason seemed to tremble a little when I brushed my hand down his damp chest and wedged them in the waistband of his shorts. At first I thought it was just hormones coursing through his body, but when I looked back at his eyes, I saw fear there.
    “Don’t worry, kid,” I soothed. “I know what I’m doing.”
    He managed a shaky smile. “Sure wish I did.”
    “Nothing to it,” I said, hooking my fingers back in his shorts and gliding them down over his narrow hips. His Y-fronts came down with them. That was that. His pubic hair sprang out at me in a dense golden thatch as his cut-offs puddled obligingly around his sandaled feet. His cock snapped to full attention when my fingers skimmed over the purplish head.
    In response, he drew one shaky palm over the bulge in my khaki shorts. I heard him gasp a bit at my huge erection, probably wondering how it could ever fit comfortably inside his cherry throat or ass. Well, I looked forward to showing him exactly how sweet a fit it would be!
    I stepped back to admire him as he stood there, sandwiched between me and my kitchen cabinets, totally bare except for his threadlike necklace—real gold, I figured, maybe a graduation present. Still, it wasn’t half as attractive to me as the flaxen tendrils that cushioned his tender pink balls.
    He moaned a little when I massaged those warm, wrinkly orbs, but I could tell that he was still nervous. Still, he lifted a tentative hand to the fly on my own khaki shorts. His fingers groped me slowly, outlining the unmistakable trajectory of the railroad spike between my thighs.
    Still locked together, we stumbled away from the cupboards, though we didn’t quite make it to bedroom. Struck by a sudden inspiration, I maneuvered Jason over to the kitchen table. My hand was still on his nuts as I settled his ass against the edge of the table and gently hoisted him up.
    Though he still moved a little slowly and clumsily, Jason was learning fast. His lips moved to ravage the sensitive flesh on the side of my neck, and his hands finally fumbled the front of my pants open and pushed the elastic of my underwear down under my balls. His fingers quickly became wet and slippery with my pre-cum as he toyed with my straining boner.
    Luckily, my wallet was in the back pocket of my shorts, and I snatched it out just before they slid to the floor along with my boxers. Pausing for just a moment, I slipped two foil-wrapped rubbers out of it and tossed them on the table beside us. While Jason was busy unbuttoning my shirt, I was busy unrolling a condom over his juicy virgin cock. By the time he pushed my shirt back over my shoulders, leaving me as naked as he was, I had his boner wrapped and ready to eat.
    When he realized what I was about to do to him, Jason relaxed underneath me. His breathing was still a little fast, though. The last thing I wanted him to do was freak out and lose his boner before I’d had a chance to siphon its juices into the rubber.
    “Just stay with me,” I soothed him. “I’ll do everything at first. You can join in when you’re ready.”
    “O—okay, Dan,” he wheezed. Smiling, I dipped my head so that my mouth hovered directly over his swollen shank. My tongue licked the warm rubber while my lips stroked his nervous organ’s straining sides.
    When the condom was slick with spit, I pulled back so that my tongue cupped just the tip of his cock. A