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deeper and deeper inside of him until his prostrate burned with the growing need for release.
    The mouth deep throated him and sucked with all its might. He arched up as high as he could, his balls slapping against the bottom lip. His head rolled back on his shoulders and his eyes closed. A long tongue swept back and forth over his shaft. He could feel a fork in its center, and the tongue suddenly split in two, curling around his shaft like an ivy vine.
    “Ahhhh,” he gasped as the two viney tongues tightened and vibrated. They rolled up and down his velvety skin, working the rigid muscle beneath until his cock felt so hard it would surely burst. So much enjoyable sensation flooded his groin he thought he might pass out.
    One of the tongues slithered away from his cock and out of the mouth. It crawled around his scrotum and squeezed. Its tip pressed into the soft, tender flesh and swirled wet circles. The fingers in his ass pulled out long enough to let the tongue thoroughly lube them up with saliva, then slippery digits glided back into his canal, squirming and seeking to please. Then the tongue crawled over the fingers twined about his cock, licking them like a hungry dog licking its bowl clean. The touch squeezing his penis grew slick and moved faster and faster.
    “I can’t…take…anymore,” Warren cried out. “I’m … gonna …cum…” He jutted his hips high into the air and semen sprayed from the tip of his cock. Waxen gave an appreciative “Nice!” as the orgasm spilled down over his knuckles. Pearly spunk spattered the multi-colored pillows.
    Deep inside, his prostrate exploded with bliss. The sensation shivered through him, making his limbs tremble and then go rigid. The hands continued to pet and probe while he writhed and thrashed out his release. Only when he collapsed into his mound of pillows, breathing raggedly, did the fingers slip away from him.
    “So, best blow job you ever had?” Sid stood over him, once more dressed with fingers slung through his belt loops.
    Warren took a few more gulps of air before he answered. “Can’t say I’ve experienced anything like it.”
    Waxen reached down and patted Warren’s semen spattered belly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
    ***

Read an excerpt from a sizzling Wild & Lawless release The Story of Jack & James: Jack The Lad Series by C.J. Sneere.
    Jack & James
    (Jack The Lad Series Part 2)
    By C.J. Sneere
    Jack stood in a far corner diagonal from the entrance. He lounged against the wall behind a pool table, watching the game until he spotted me. Then that crooked grin curled his face, and he maneuvered around the men playing pool, strutting toward me.
    “Well, well,” he said, giving me a smoldering up and down appraisal. “Don’t you look more relaxed this time.”
    Thank the god I didn’t believe in, I thought, because I was as nervous as hell.
    Jack looked every inch the player I suspected him to be. Good thing I stopped off at a drug store for a fresh pack of condoms before I headed here. Hey, truth was, I didn’t really know this guy at all. Better safe than sorry had long been my motto.
    His blond hair stuck up in extra-messy spikes. He wore a grey, western-style shirt open to just above his belly button, putting his hairless chest on full display. Silver hoops hung from both his ears, giving him a youthful pirate look combined with modern cowboy. Ripped blue jeans were tucked into snakeskin boots.
    “Care for a game?” He twirled his pool cue and stared at me with bold desire.
    Sweat beaded my forehead. Suddenly my t-shirt felt too tight, and so did my jeans. “Ummm…ahh,” I shook my head, gave a stupid grin, feeling like an idiot. “I’m not a very good player.” Boy, was there some double entendre going on there. “Terrible hand eye coordination.”
    He shrugged, popped a toothpick from a square, ceramic holder on a table into his mouth. “I can give you some pointers. It’ll be fun.”
    I felt a bit like a sheep