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love in his eyes.
    “You are so beautiful,” I whispered.
    “ Y tu también, mi amor ,” he whispered back. He then
covered my face, my neck and my shoulders with more slobbering kisses. The
sweet sting of him biting my ears and my neck intoxicated me into whimpers and
gasps of sheer pleasure.
    “Oh baby…” I cried in a dizzying daze when he bit open my
shirt and sucked on my nipples, stiffening them, even as my dick stiffened
under the weight of his groin and his thighs and his own hardening dick.
    “Yes, baby, that’s it, yeah, baby, that’s it!”
    While barely disengaging from what had become deep-throat
kissing, we managed to discard our clothes and rolled about the bed interlocked
in full nakedness. A chance glance at the huge mirror atop the dresser
escalated the heat of my desire to blissful scorching. The reflection of my
baby’s strong, sturdy back, trim waist and tight muscled ass pumping and
grinding on top of me dazzled me toward breathlessness.
    “I need you so much, mi amor ,” he whined winsomely,
squatting in my lap, grinding his sweet ass into the bush from which my stiff
dick was being worked into a dripping rod in desperate need of a tight, deep,
warm and wet place to love. “When you no here I ache for you so bad,” he
huffed, throwing his head back and forth, riding me, grinding me to near
coming.
    “Oh Étie! Étie!” I now was whimpering, struggling to hold
back the eruption.
    “No! No!” he warned frantically, sidesaddling off me, rummaging
through the pocket of his pants balled up on the corner of the bed, finding a
condom, tearing it open with his teeth then slipping it down my throbbing
shaft.
    “It be so long you no fuck my ass,” he cried, climbing back
on me, lubing my rod with his spit. “I need you fuck me. I need you fuck me
good!”
    I was so afraid—fierce with want and desire, but afraid, as
he lowered his tight hole down on me and swallowed my swollen dick whole. I was
afraid that the heathen sexsation would last only seconds, as I was that close
to coming, and praying for redemption. I moaned and I groaned and I bit my lip,
straining to hold back, as he rode my crazed dick with a ravenous madness,
controlling the uncontrollable stir of me deep inside him. His nasty rhythm was
hellish and holy, a holy rolling, a churning of incomprehensible bliss.
    “Yes, baby! Yes!” he shrieked as he bucked in my lap,
slamming himself onto me, impaling himself, getting and giving peak pleasure,
riding me and beating his stiff, dripping cock, cursing and praising the joy of
the ride. I was dizzy with ecstasy and crazed with the bliss that too had me
screaming and rocking and slamming into him with furious joy.
    Then neither of us could take it anymore. Our thunderous
roars, holy and hellish, syncopated and emancipated, came with a heaving that
exploded us both, me deep inside my baby’s beautiful ass, him in a powerful
gush of man cream all over my chest.
    He collapsed on my chest, spent and pleasured, as spent and
pleasured as I was. I held him in my arms. We kissed gently.
    “I love you so much, Étie,” I whispered in his ear, weakened
by my emotions.
    “I love you too, my Jesse,” he whispered back, kissing me
then kissing me again. In each other’s arms, we had found heaven.
    A sudden knock on the door made us jump, blush and giggle
like brazen young schoolboys caught in the afterglow of a really good circle
jerk.
    “Junie?”
    “Junie?” Étie whispered in my ear as he gently rolled off
me.
    “Short for Junior. Named for my father who was named for his father,” I explained in a whisper. “But since my dad was already Junior,
everybody in my family calls me Junie.”
    I bent down and kissed the dent of his navel, his flat,
tight stomach, and his beautiful mocha-colored penis nestled in his neatly
trimmed bush of jet-black pubes. My own dick immediately grew hard again.
    “Then I shall call you Junie too,” Étie insisted as he ran
his fingers gently through my