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drops.
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    Simultaneously, I start rubbing his cock
behind me with my ass. He plies me, in and out, with his digits.
Slamming and pumping and “oh, FUCK ”—
    I look down, sure someone heard me, but no
one has. It’s just the wind—a singing, howling wind—in my
ears.
    And Deck plies still, slamming me, pumping
me, laying his fingers into me relentlessly until—
    “ Oh, mother”—it hits
me—“ FUCK !”
    My ass stops moving because I lose
control. My tongue goes cold, and I realize my mouth is open, and
cool January wind is blowing into it. A drip of saliva
drops.
    And Declan braces my body to his while the
orgasm just slams me, tears
me apart.
    As it starts easing off, as I begin to
regain my senses and catch my breath, I feel him moving desperately
behind me, rubbing me, pushing his beautiful cock against my
clothed ass. In a rush, I move my hand behind me, fight with his
belt—
    “ What are you do —”
    “ Deck, take it off, no one can see that
part of you from down there because of the wall.”
    He helps me, gets his buckle off. I see his
pants drop. “Fuck that’s cold!”
    And then I feel his solid cock, just
snuggled between my buttcheeks. I open my eyes, relieved now and
able to keep them on the environment. This is hot, but I’d hate for
it to be all over the internet. No one’s looking. I move my hands
behind me, and make sure each of my cheeks enwraps the length his
shaft.
    I feel his moisture, sliding up and down,
faster, faster. He’s shaking, furious, riding
insanely —
    “ Oh GOD !”
It’s said as a whisper, but sounds like a deafening
roar.
    And he comes. I guess he’s covering the
spew with his hand, because I feel his fingers grabbing his cock
but I yank him toward me. “Just let it flow, Deck. Let it flow.” I
move his hand away from his cock, and feel remnants of his goo
slide over my ass. Oh god that feels insanely hot . He continues to slide up and down for about a
minute.
    He steps out of his boxers, then grabs them.
I start to turn, but he holds me. “Just a sec. Cover me.”
    He wipes my ass with his boxers, and also
where the cheeks meet, inside. Then my lower back. He cleans
himself off as well. Then puts his pants on.
    “Can I turn around now?”
    “Sure.”
    I do. He folds up his boxers neatly, then
puts them in his pocket.
    I laugh. “This is crazy.”
    He laughs as well. Then he holds me. And he
kisses me.
    And I think that’s the best part of all.
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    Deck picks up his sandwich and takes a
bite of it. “I’m so glad
I met you Blaze Kablowsky.”
    “Ka-what?”
    “ Dunno. I was trying to remember your
Polish name. It’s kinda tough.”
    “ Kieliszewski !”
    “Like I said.”
    I put my ear to his chest, hearing and
feeling it thump-thump-thump like a Deep House sound. Biting wind cuts against my
other ear. He rubs my back.
    Feeling stronger again—perhaps from the
moment of closeness, perhaps because I’m just stronger around
Declan—I say, “I knew her since I was five.” His grip tightens on
my back, just by a fraction. “She was my closest friend. Her
boyfriend’s name was Patryk Warta. Hers was... Hers was Savannah
Lopez. A beautiful Spanish name. And she looked like a magnificent
Spanish dancer. She was my Paz Vega, my Penelope Cruz. Catherine
Zeta-Jones in Zorro . All those
rolled into one. Growing up, we played with Barbies together,
talked about boys together. She and Xavier came from a pretty rough
family. You know, everything that’s bad in a family: Drugs,
alcohol, angry father, mother with shiners every few weeks. Then
the father left them and they were alone. Her mom was—is—an illegal
immigrant, so she couldn’t get a decent-paying job. Me, I came from
a pretty good one, I guess. We weren’t poor as such. I mean, we
survived. So, in a way, I guess it’s weird that I started dropping
before she did. But that’s how it went.” I let go of Declan, sit on
the low brick wall. The wind rushes past me and I like it, because
it