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“Okay, I’ll go first.”
    He stepped away, feeling self-conscious. Clay was looking at him like he was a big juicy steak and Clay hadn’t eaten in a week. But Jeff wasn’t going to turn back now. He was no chicken, and besides, his pants were uncomfortable and sticky.
    He unbuttoned his shirt, feeling his face turn red as Clay avidly followed his fingers. When he wrenched the shirt off and tossed it toward the window seat, Clay let out a deep sigh that made Jeff smirk proudly. He looked down at his abs and brushed his hand over them before resting his fingers on his belt.
    “Want help with your boots?”
    “Sure.” Jeff braced one hand on the dresser and held out his foot.
    Clay knelt and tugged at the boot, causing Jeff to stagger to regain his balance and making them both chuckle.
    Jeff held up his other foot, and Clay took care of that boot.
    Jeff took a breath and undid his jeans, gathering his boxers along with them and pushing them down to pool at Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    his ankles. He knew his dick wasn’t much to look at soft, but Clay seemed to like it.
    Clay reached out and trailed a fingertip lightly over the purple bruise on Jeff’s hip. Jeff’s knees gave out when Clay leaned forward and licked over the head of his cock.
    “Steady there, cowboy,” Clay murmured, and he grabbed his hips. He looked up at the lean, sleek lines of Jeff’s torso, his firm pecs with dark nipples, his wide shoulders, and his slim hips. He slid his hands around to knead the lush roundness of Jeff’s ass, letting his fingers trail in the valley between the cheeks.
    Jeff bucked forward at his touch, his cock slowly filling and rising before Clay’s fascinated gaze. He couldn’t resist leaning forward and capturing the bobbing head in his mouth to get another taste. He gagged when Jeff thrust forward.
    “Sorry,” Jeff gasped. He rested his hands on Clay’s shoulders to balance himself, trying to keep from lunging forward and strangling the other man. He was totally turned on at the sight of Clay, fully dressed, kneeling in front of him, his eyes closed blissfully as he sucked on Jeff’s cock.
    His dick was as hard as if he hadn’t come only fifteen minutes ago, something he thought he’d left behind with his late teens, but the sight his cock sliding in and out between Clay’s lips was more arousing than it had ever been with any girl.

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    Clay drew off, letting his lips catch on the ridge of Jeff’s cock before releasing him. “You’re gorgeous, baby.” He drew a finger down the sexy trail of hair that led from Jeff’s naval to his cock.
    “Your turn,” Jeff said breathlessly. He needed to get himself under control again, and he wanted to see Clay. He lifted Clay’s shirt over his head, wondering why this seemed more sinful and forbidden to him than any woman he’d ever undressed.
    Clay stood up and smiled, undoing the one button holding his jeans up and letting them drop. His boxer briefs did little to restrain his stiffening cock.
    “Take them off,” Jeff ordered hoarsely, clutching Clay’s shirt in front of him.
    Clay toed his boots off and pushed the briefs down his thighs and off, standing proudly naked. He moved his hips, making his hardening cock sway from side to side. “What do you think?”
    “Top score.” Jeff dropped the shirt and came forward to touch the hard, chiseled body and run his fingers through Clay’s chest hair.
    “Not the best?” Clay backed Jeff up until the backs of his thighs hit the bed, pushed him down onto the mattress, and fell on top of him. He rubbed his body over Jeff’s, unable Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    to believe that they had finally gotten here and that it felt so damn good.
    They were kissing and rolling together, legs entwined, hips working in a frenzy of lust and desire, when Jeff started to laugh. Clay lifted his head when he felt Jeff’s body start to shake.
    “Let me in on the joke.”
    “It’s no joke. I’m