Facade

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Authors: Zahra Owens
nodded.
    “Hung?”
    Jonas shrugged. Nicky wasn’t exactly hung like a horse. Not that Jonas was complaining, because Nicky had a nicely balanced body and a huge cock would just look out of place, especially for a consummate bottom.
    “Or does he have a little one?” Nicky wiggled his little finger and held out another piece of fish, this time raw tuna, for Jonas to eat.
    Jonas took his time thinking over his options, pretending to chew really thoroughly.
    “Come on, Jonas,” Nicky urged seductively. “You know I like big cocks. Please tell me Clay has a big one.” Jonas chuckled. Decision made. “It was quite impressive before he was hard.” He paused for effect. “But once he got going it grew even more. Long and thick.” He drawled out those last words and seemed to push a lot of buttons where Nicky was concerned.
    “Oh fuck,” Nicky murmured, placing the plate with what was left of dinner on the side table and rubbing his bulge against Jonas’s.
    “Can I make yours long and thick too? Will you let me suck it?” Façade
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    Jonas swallowed. In all his years of sleeping with men for professional reasons, he’d never been so turned on by a client.
    Nicky’s neediness combined with his shameless sexuality made him irresistible in Jonas’s eyes. “Yeah,” was all he managed to utter as he watched Nicky slide down until he was seated between his legs.
    Seeing Nicky lick his fingers and push them between his buttocks made Jonas scoot down to give him better access. The black jock strap was still covering his growing erection, and Nicky didn’t seem to have any intention of releasing it. Instead Jonas felt the probing fingers rubbing over his entrance and the thickness of Nicky’s hand pushing against his perineum.
    “Tell me, did he fuck you with that big cock?”
    “Oh yeah,” Jonas said, sounding rather strangled. He could barely believe how much the memories of Clay together with Nicky’s teasingly seductive look and ministrations were bringing him closer to coming with each passing moment.
    “Tell me, Jonas,” Nicky demanded.
    Jonas took a few deep breaths, averting his eyes from the far too enticing sight in front of him. “He loves to fuck me again and again with that big cock of his. Sunday’s his day off, and we don’t even bother getting dressed.” Jonas inhaled sharply as he felt Nicky’s fingers breach him. “During the week, he doesn’t have a lot of time, what with surgery and working out and seeing patients.” It was becoming increasingly hard to focus now that Nicky was fucking him with his fingers. “So I’m just there for a quick fuck in the morning. And maybe at night before he goes to bed.” Jonas spread his legs wider, by now almost completely on his back. Nicky was rubbing over his prostate, and he was achingly hard, feeling every seam in the silky cup still covering his now impressive bulge.
    Near the top seam, a wet patch was visible, and just as Jonas dared to look down, he saw Nicky licking it, making it even wetter. “Yeah, suck me, please?”
    Nicky looked up. “Tell me what he does to you on Sunday?” Jonas waited a moment and then started pushing down on Nicky’s fingers. “We fuck five, six times. He’s got pretty good 42
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    stamina and recuperates quickly.” They both knew the heat was rising between them, and Jonas needed all his willpower to not come.
    “Where does he fuck you?” Nicky asked eagerly and then continued blowing Jonas through the silky fabric of the jock strap.
    “Everywhere you can think of. Everywhere but on the bed.”
    “Tell me!” Nicky demanded as he moved from between Jonas’s legs to sitting next to them. He slowly lowered the strap and Jonas’s cock sprung free.
    “In the shower, then at the kitchen counter. Later on in the dining room, over the back of the sofa. Fuck, Nicky, you’re making me come! In the afternoon in the gym, and then in the Jacuzzi. I don’t—”
    Jonas didn’t need to look to know

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