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hadn't realized how exciting he would find it himself.
    By the time Jeff's hands are up to the waistband, his mouth has pushed it down to well below the start of Evan's pubic hair, and the band itself is putting pressure on Evan's cock, the only direct contact it's gotten for quite a while. Evan seems desperate enough to take any release he can get, but Jeff doesn't want to be denied the privilege of getting the kid off himself, so the underwear has to go.
    Evan is eager to help, lifting his hips so fast and so high that his swollen dick hits Jeff in the face, damn close to his eye. Evan looks apologetic, but he's also laughing, so Jeff gives him a dirty look. But now that they're so close, there's no way Jeff's going back a step, so he lifts the waistband up and over and eases the underwear down Evan's thighs.
    Jeff's first view of Evan's cock doesn't disappoint. The kid is big all over, and he's beautiful all over too. The newly rediscovered artist in Jeff wouldn't mind taking a while just to enjoy the view, the dark, tight skin, the graceful ridge around the head; even the thick vein along the bottom seems beautiful, somehow, running straight and true. But Jeff isn't all artist, there's a man in there too, and it's that part of him that wants to touch.
    He starts with a gentle kiss to the head, savoring the taste of the precome and the sound of Evan's moan. He has to fight to keep his cool, but he manages it, and he spends the next several minutes teasing Evan's cock the way he'd already teased the rest of him, quick kisses, long, slow,

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    light sweeps with his tongue, his hands running wherever they can reach, spending quite a bit of time with Evan's balls, softly pulling and kneading, rubbing with his fingernails, anything that feels right.
    He can tell when Evan's right on the edge, and it's only then that he closes his lips around the head and pushes down as far as he can manage, using his hand to make up the difference, and now he's intense, now it's real, and with only a few bobs of his head, Evan is coming, great, creamy gobs straight down Jeff's throat. The kid's almost shouting as he comes, just sounds, no words, and it's the sweetest thing Jeff's heard in a long time.
    He works through the orgasm, and then kisses his way up Evan's body to his mouth. Evan's relaxed now, finally, and the kiss is slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that can last all the way through a rainy afternoon. But it's nightime, and the skies are clear, and Evan has other ideas. "Your turn now?" He suggests hopefully. "You could fuck me, if you want…."
"Oh, I absolutely want, Evan. But not quite yet."
     
Evan looks like he's going to argue, but he catches himself, and nods. "Okay. You're driving."
     
"Jesus, kid, you have any idea how much I like hearing you say that?"
     
"Got yourself a little kink, there, Stevens?" Evan looks delighted.
    "Maybe a little one, yeah." And if he wants to keep satisfying the kink, he needs to keep moving, stay in charge. So he leans forward and eases the shirt off the bed board, then smooths the sleeves down over Evan's muscular arms. The kid is free, but he stays still on the bed, waiting for instructions. "We're going to go take a shower, okay?"
Evan nods obediently, but glances down at the tent in Jeff's pants. "You're sure you don't want me to return the favor, first?"
     
Jeff shakes his head. He figures he can come three or four times in a

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night. He's going to save the first one for as long as he can. Evan, on the other hand, is twenty-two, and Jeff plans to milk him dry.
    Jeff leads the way to the en suite bathroom and carefully adjusts the shower temperature before nodding Evan into the tub. Jeff takes a moment to grab a clean washcloth and some soap, and then he reaches into the side drawer and pulls out a condom and a bottle of lube.
    Evan's eyes see the later additions and flare with interest, but he keeps his mouth shut, just