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pleasure and pain. Then Salt began really bobbing his head, flicking his tongue, and Andy had to thrust, at least a little. Salt’s hand at the base of his dick would keep Andy from choking the man. He grabbed onto Salt’s thighs and let himself go, fucking Salt’s mouth like he had an open invitation to do so. He guessed he did since Salt was making happy groaning sounds, and he wasn’t shoving Andy off him.
    When Salt tongued his slit, Andy froze. Salt did it again, then he pulled off and pushed at it with a fingertip. Andy’s head swam, a sound filling it like a hive of bees had settled in his skull.
    Salt sucked Andy’s balls into his mouth, and pressed on his slit again while jacking his cock. Andy keened and rutted as cum pulsed from his shaft.
    Salt murmured words Andy couldn’t understand. He was lost in his release and when he started to come down from it, Salt began licking his cock. Andy almost skittered right off the bed, but Salt grabbed him by the hips and rolled them again. Then Salt proceeded to lick the cum off Andy’s skin, starting at his quivering thighs.
    Andy hadn’t ever had a lover take so much care cleaning him. Usually it was a washcloth or a wet wipe, if it was any cleaning off at all. Most often, Andy headed to a shower and whoever he’d had sex with left. He hadn’t had time to linger, and whoever he’d been with hadn’t been interested in doing so.
    Yet he wanted that pizza and beer with Salt, and he wanted another round or two with the man. God, but he wanted to see Salt gasping and wriggling as Andy pushed his fat dick into Salt’s ass. Just the idea of it had Andy’s dick trying to wave howdy.
    “You young ones,” Salt mumbled before moving around to flop beside Andy. “You still want me to hang around?”
    Andy snorted. “I can’t be that much younger than you.” He wasn’t going to risk guessing wrong though. “Maybe two or three years. And yes, I do. Don’t think you’re leaving without giving me a ride, cowboy. I want to see how you look riding my dick.”
    Salt smiled just a little, and something weird happened in Andy’s heart. He dismissed the fluttering warmth as heartburn. It’d been happening lately.
    “I know you’re being kind, smart guy like you,” Salt said as he closed his eyes. “I know you’re smart because you’re co-owner of the feed company you’re representing. I’m forty-five, Andy, and you can’t be a day over thirty.”
    Huh. Andy had been off on his private estimation. “I’m actually thirty-seven.” Then something occurred to him. “Hey, were you curbing your guess on my age to keep from offending me?”
    Salt opened one eye. “Depends.”
    Andy frowned at him. “I thought you were only five years older than me, so you’re older than you look.” Then Andy propped himself up on his elbows. “I hope you’re not coming back with a ‘and so are you’.”
    Salt laughed and patted Andy’s stomach. “Naw, you’re a fine-looking man, Andy. Calm down.”
    “I am calm, just contemplating face cream.” Andy chortled. Him and face cream weren’t ever going to happen.
    “All’s I knew for sure was that you were younger, and so sexy you made my balls ache,” Salt finally told him.
    Andy decided he didn’t need to worry about his age or wrinkles or anything else. He had only recently started noticing things like the occasional grey hair and the way his joints ached after a really hard workout.
    “I need to get up and order the pizza,” he said, sitting up. “What do you want on yours?”
    Salt shrugged. “I’m not picky. Put it in front of me, and I’ll eat it.”
    “Really,” Andy dragged out, arching one eyebrow.
    Salt grinned at him and blew him a kiss.
    It was such a silly, playful thing, but Andy couldn’t recall anything like it since maybe college, when there’d been one guy he’d dated for a few weeks. He’d just been busy for so long…
    “I don’t really get to do the hanging around afterwards thing,”