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and looking ready to kill. “I’ve called us a cab, Mason, let’s go.”
    Glen smiled up at her. “I’ll give you guys a ride. It’s no problem.”
    “We don’t need a ride.”
    I thought of Glen’s giant dick and stated the obvious, “I need a ride.”
    Twyla spun on her heels and walked away.
     
    I wasn’t stupid enough, or drunk enough, to take Glen back to Gran’s. We went to his place. We were both naked by the time his front door closed. Glen’s cock was pointed straight at me and, even though I’d seen it plenty of times before, I was taken aback by what a whopper it was. I reached out and grabbed it, running my hand up and down its length. It was hot and hard and I was a happy homo.
    He led me to the bedroom and pushed me down to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Glen had a wicked grin on his face as he dropped to his knees and took my dick in his hand. He gave it a few pumps before he began licking slowly up and down the shaft.
    I lay back and let Glen do the work. It had been way too long since I’d felt that good. I let out a moan as he took me fully into his mouth, puffing out his cheeks and spinning his long tongue around my length. Then he started sucking, bobbing his head up and down like a piston. He sucked me like that until I was at the very edge, then he pulled off and said the magic words, “Roll over.”
    I did as ordered, turning over onto my stomach. Glen pulled me up to my hands and knees. I braced myself because, well, ten inches is ten inches , but I didn’t get the ten inches. I got tongue instead.
    Glen used his tongue on my ass, licking, probing, generally making me feel like I’d died and gone to the great bathhouse in the sky. He reached around to pump at my cock. I had my face buried in the mattress and I was fighting the need to come with all I had.
    He came up for air and said, “You’ve got the best ass on the planet, Mason. Need to fuck it.”
    “Do it,” I panted, “fuck me.”
    Glen did the lube and rubber thing in under thirty seconds and then pushed himself about halfway into me. I was breathing through clenched teeth and trying to handle it. He didn’t move his hips. He just rubbed my lower back until I was completely relaxed and then began thrusting with slow, steady strokes.
    I met his thrusts, pushing my ass back against his hips, but stopped when he picked up the tempo and really started pounding me. I was biting my forearm to keep from yelling, wishing it would go on forever and knowing it wouldn’t last long.
    I could tell Glen was close because I could feel his whole body start to shake, so I stroked myself quickly and we came together (that had never happened before.) We both collapsed onto the bed. Glen rolled off of me and we fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed.
     
    The next morning, Glen shook me awake. “Hey, you’ve gotta go.”
    My head was pounding, of course, and I wanted to go back to sleep or die, I didn’t care which. “Just let me sleep for a bit, Glen.”
    “Don’t you have work?”
    “I’m calling in sick,” I answered, closing my eyes.
    Glen shook me harder. “Look, it’s almost 7:30, you’ve got to go.”
    Oh. I get it. My eyes popped open and I struggled to sit up and shimmy to the edge of the bed. I didn’t look at Glen. “Are you expecting somebody?”
    “Shit… my boyfriend works nights. He’ll be back any minute.”
    Yep. Right on the money. I stood up and turned to face him. “You are a monumental asshole, Glen.”
    “Come on, babe. Don’t act like you didn’t have a good time. We can do this again whenever you want.”
    “Whenever your boyfriend isn’t here.”
    “Well, yeah, of course we’ll have to be careful, but, God, I’ve missed your perfect little ass. I never forgot how good you are in bed.”
    I was hungover enough to cry, but I, being a good, spiteful homosexual, hatched a plan. “You’re the best, Glen. I’ll call you.”
    He smiled. “Great . Now, you better hurry.