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sudden inspiration prompted me to reach into the nearby sugar bowl and sprinkle his wet, rubber-covered cock with white sugar. Then I dipped down again and took his sugar-coated tube cock all the way into my mouth, closing my teeth lightly around my base to squeeze his erection to an even bigger swell.
    Jason was getting into it now, lifting his hips to the rhythm of my sucks, fucking my mouth. He was still being gentle, like he thought he’d hurt me, or himself, if he really let go and plugged my throat the way I hoped he would. Just another little myth I looked forward to dispelling!
    While I sucked him, my fingers groped the cheeks of his silky ass. He moaned loudly when my left forefinger finally settled at the opening of his tight cherry hole. I rubbed that sensitive spot a little, and the way Jason thrashed and groaned with a pleasure he’d never know before made my own balls draw up tight.
    “Oh, yeah,” he whispered as I went down on his throbbing cock with renewed energy. The perspiration gushed down his chest and pooled in his bush and the crack of his ass, smearing my cheeks and hand with slippery cherry-flavored sweat. The whole time, his fingers squeezed my cock even more urgently. I could tell that his balls were as inflated as mine were with cum.
    When he finally tensed up and started shooting, I tried to hold his cock in my lips as long as I could. I wanted to savor the moment of his first man-to-man orgasm as much as he probably did. His condom ballooned outward, filling with sweet virgin seed, pressing against the insides of my cheeks. My nose was buried in his pubes, and the tangy aroma of his youthful, excited sweat almost made it seem like I could taste him through the condom.
    As much as we both hoped that he would never stop shooting, eventually his tremors stopped and his cock went soft against my teeth. With one last shudder of pleasure, he wriggled his hips and tugged his prong free of my lips.
    “So, how was that?” I asked, lifting my face reluctantly out of his sweet-smelling crotch. All he could do was smile and nod weakly as I stripped off his full condom and dabbed his nipples and cock-tip with a few beads of his own cum. Then I knotted the end of the condom and tossed it across the kitchen into the trash.
    “It was great, Dan. And it didn’t hurt at all.” Jason looked so pleased with himself that I felt I had to be honest about what was coming next (so to speak).
    “This part might be a little more painful at first,” I said, rolling a fresh rubber onto my own throbbing meat. It was pumped full of cum and so raring to go that the heat waves coming off it practically melted the condom the minute it touched my cockhead. “But believe me, the pleasure you get afterward more than makes up for it.”
    His boyish eyes widened a little, but he gulped and nodded like the man he was about to become.
    With that, I rolled him onto his stomach on my kitchen table, positioning him so that his cock hung straight down, pointing at the tile floor. I massaged his ass-cheeks for a while before I parted them, maybe a little more roughly than Jason expected. He yelped when I jammed my fingers back inside his pucker and stirred them around to stretch him out good and wide.
    When I decided he was ready, I closed in on him by leaning forward over the table. The hot weight of my balls pressed flush against the backs of his thighs when I fitted my cock against his scalding sphincter. A fresh stream of sweat slithered down my chest to dapple his already-drenched bush. Reaching down with one hand, I dug my fingers into the erect flesh of his left nipple. With the other, I fitted my cockhead into the shallow part of his asshole.
    “I’m going to put it inside you now,” I whispered. Jason’s head was turned halfway toward me, his cheek resting against the table. His face still looked slack with anxiety. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
    Jason squeezed his eyes shut as he nodded. “I do want