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that reason.
    But not for that reason alone.
    The man was good at his job because Connor had felt so at ease in his presence, he’d been surprised when he responded so naturally to Santana’s heated look. His balls had tightened with need and his cock had stirred with arousal. Santana, sensing Connor’s reaction, had suddenly leaned in closer and touched his warm lips to his.
    It felt different kissing a man instead of a woman. With a woman, he felt a need to push, to dominate. With a man…his equal…he felt challenged. But in a good way.
    Their kiss had led to intimate touches.
    Then Santana’s hand had slipped into Connor’s track pants. He’d begun a slow massage on his balls. A nice hard rub with rough twists to his scrotum making his breath quicken and weird little moans escape his mouth. Santana’s touches had unleashed wickedly carnal sensations making Connor’s lower belly clench and lightning blades of lust slam into his cock.
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    Before he’d known it, Santana had seduced him right out of his pants. The black man, suddenly naked, had gotten onto his knees before him and taken Connor’s engorged cock into his hot, moist mouth.
    And Connor didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed. Santana was obviously a man who put his clients at ease with his easygoing, soft-spoken nature. The black man’s full lips felt fantastic wrapped firmly around his cock. The pull of his mouth, the strong sucking motions, the teasing way his tongue caressed the underneath skin of his shaft made Connor’s cock so hard, so fast, the pressure had him calling out his warning.
    “Jesus. I’m ready to come.”
    He groaned when Santana pulled his mouth away with a pop, leaving him so hard and so fucking ready to come he almost fell to his knees, his legs were trembling so badly.
    “On your hands and knees,” the big black man ordered. “I need to fuck your ass, man.”
    Connor’s breaths came in excited gasps as he eagerly did what Santana instructed. Shit! He couldn’t believe a man had just been sucking on his cock. It had felt so fucking fantastic. And he wanted more from Santana. Much more. Looking over his shoulder, he watched with a wild anticipation as Santana’s arms bulged with nicely shaped muscles as he grabbed a condom dangling off a nearby branch on the Christmas tree, tore open the foil and sheathed himself with it. Then he located a tube of lube hanging from another branch and began to generously lube his cock. A hell of a big cock that was firm and erect. Connor had been right. The man had gotten turned-on big-time sucking him.
    He couldn’t help but compare their sizes.
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    Santana’s cock was bigger than his own. Thicker, maybe three inches wide. Longer than his shaft. Definitely longer. At least ten inches of pulsing vein-riddled flesh with a large satiny black mushroom-shaped cock head.
    Connor swallowed at the sudden tightness in his throat and wondered how his virgin ass could accommodate such a length and thickness. He couldn’t help but tense in wicked anticipation when Santana came toward him with big, lubed cock in his hand, an aroused grin on his face.
    “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I saw you at the airport,” he whispered. Connor’s heart began a wild beat at Santana’s admission.
    “Brace yourself, man. Brace yourself for one wicked ride, Connor.”
    Connor flinched as his ass cheeks were spread wide and inhaled sharply as Santana slowly removed the butt plug. A second later his cock head probed gently at the tight entrance to his hole.
    “I have a fetish for virgin asses,” Santana breathed. “They turn me on so fucking much I can barely keep my control.”
    His hot cock began an insistent probing. Connor exhaled his growing tension.
    “Easy, man.” Santana soothed as he pressed past his sphincter muscle and tunneled into his ass.
    “Don’t worry. Just relax.”
    Connor groaned at the pleasure-burn fullness stretching into him.
    “It’ll be