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Warm, firm and full. His eyes drifted closed as he went for another nibble.
    “You’re fucking hot. A waste to never have had this mouth fucked before.”
    The guy was getting into it now. Really.
    “Enjoy while you can, Al,” Ronnie cheered him on. “Links is close already. We got him good and riled for you. Maybe next time you’ll taste him. A little sweaty, a little salty.”
    “Shit, Phil.” Ronnie ground against Alanso’s left side, prodding his hip with a thick shaft encased in denim. “Cut that out or you’re going to make me come in my pants again.”
    “I have a feeling we’ll both be up for more than one round after this.” He smiled at his friend.
    “Probably true.” The guy practically vibrated where they fused together.
    Alanso could relate. His tongue lapped along the coated underside of Links’ erection, making him half-freak-out and half-celebrate. He was doing it. Really doing it. And coño , it felt good. Right.
    Almost perfect.
    Alanso relaxed his jaw, permitting himself to take Links farther into his mouth. He didn’t stop until the head of the guy’s cock stabbed the back of his throat and he choked. The men on either side of him pulled him off.
    “Don’t get all crazy now, Al.” Phil rubbed his shoulders. “You’ll have plenty of chances to practice if you want them. Go slow tonight. Enjoy this.”
    He moaned. The vibration had Links’ cock jerking on the tip of his tongue. He craned his neck and sucked harder.
    “Careful. Teeth,” the guy panted.
    Alanso thought of all the sloppy BJs he’d had from too-drunk chicks and tried to focus. When he did, he swirled his tongue around the ridges made by the veins now standing out on Links’ shaft. He worked up the length, learning the textures and shapes along the way until he got to the plump head.
    Alanso closed his lips around the tip of Links’ cock and suckled. He flicked his tongue through the indentation made by the slit at the top, smearing superslick precome from the divot onto the reservoir of the condom. A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined the bulge filling with seed.
    “Goddamn,” Links growled.
    “He’s a natural.” Phil patted Alanso’s ass.
    “Go ahead. Take him deeper. Slow this time,” Ronnie coached him. “Be ready. You probably won’t get far before he goes off.”
    The four men braced each other in a ring, each of them fully engaged in the moment.
    Alanso felt part of something…bigger…than his simple arousal.
    What if it were Carver, Holden and Eli sharing the moment with him? Sally and Roman? Bryce? Kaige? Something this powerful would forge an unbreakable bond. He’d never have to worry about losing them again. Not like his mom.
    Desperation forced him to suck harder than intended. He sealed Links’ fate.
    “Oh shit, yeah.” The man’s fingers dug into Alanso’s shoulders. The tiny pain was welcome.
    “Keep going,” Phil encouraged. “Drain him dry.”
    His throat flexed as Links shouted and squirmed. The minty cock in his mouth swelled then jerked as Alanso’s first satisfied customer filled his condom with a thick load. For Alanso. He’d pleased a man. An experienced, kind of jaded guy.
    Phil tapped his chin. “Okay, Al. Let him go. He’s spent.”
    He opened his mouth. A whimper escaped along with limp flesh when Links’ cock slipped free. Alanso’s hand flew to his jeans and ripped them open before jamming his fist inside.
    “Oh hell no.” Ronnie tugged his wrist.
    Alanso nearly decked the man. He could come with a few good jerks.
    Links hit the dirt on his knees just as Phil and his partner colluded to shove Alanso backward. He fell to the ground, his shoulders slamming into the clearing. For one tiny second, fear shriveled his balls.
    “Shh. Nothing to fight here, Al.” Phil held him down gently. Alanso could have broken the hold at any time. “Let us take care of you like you deserve.”
    “Me?” He hadn’t considered that.
    “Yeah.” Phil grinned, a wolf’s