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    position moving through his balls and making his cock hard. He pointed imperiously to
    the floor.
    ―Unbuckle my pants and take out my cock,‖ he ordered. ―Make it worth my while
    and maybe you‘ll get a good tip out of it.‖
    Russell shook his head, a small smile appearing on his generous lips. ―I think you‘re
    a little confused, Hank. I‘m not one of your boy toys. I don‘t respond well to orders.‖
    He walked instead toward the wing-backed leather chair in a corner of the room and sat
    down.
    Putting his large hands on his knees, he leaned back as if he owned the place.
    ―Come over here, Hank.‖ The voice was gentle but the tone was compelling and, oddly,
    Hank did as he was told. He stood uncertainly in front of the sitting man.
    ―Closer,‖ Russell said, reaching out. Hank allowed himself to be pulled closer until
    he was standing between Russell‘s legs. In spite himself and despite the guy‘s
    presumption, Hank had to admit he liked the feeling of those strong hands on his hips.
    ―Open your belt buckle and unzip your jeans,‖ Russell instructed. It was on the tip
    of Hank‘s tongue to tell Russell to do it for him, but again, for a reason he couldn‘t
    explain, he found himself obeying. He could feel his cock nudging against his briefs.
    Russell smiled. Leaning down, he pressed his cheek against Hank‘s groin. He
    rubbed his jaw against Hank‘s growing erection, while running caressing hands lightly
    over Hank‘s ass. An involuntary shudder of pleasure passed through Hank‘s frame.
    Pulling back, Russell said, ―Take down your pants, Hank. Underwear too.‖
    Aroused, Hank pulled his jeans and underwear down his thighs and let his cock spring
    out, watching Russell for his reaction.
    Russell eyed Hank‘s cock and then looked up into his eyes. He licked his lips. ―I‘m
    going to make you come using my hands and mouth, but there are a few rules. First one
    is you will put your hands behind your head and keep them there, no matter what I do.
    Do you think you can do that?‖
    ―What the hell?‖ Hank began, indignation for a moment overriding lust.
    ―Shh,‖ Russell said, still smiling. ―Maybe you‘re right. We‘re moving a little too
    fast. Here, I‘ll help you.‖ Before Hank realized what Russell was doing, he took each of
    Hank‘s wrists in his hands, leaned in and drawn them behind his back, crossing them
    one over the other.
    Hank was strong, but Russell was stronger. Hank thought of struggling, but was
    distracted by Russell‘s lips moving with butterfly softness over Hank‘s abs. The
    combination of his firm grip behind Hank‘s back and the sensual touch of his warm lips
    somehow short-circuited Hank‘s rising protest.
    He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of Russell‘s mouth moving over his skin,
    sliding slowly downward toward his straining, eager cock. Russell continued to hold
    Hank‘s wrists behind his back, using only one hand. The other hand trailed down,
    stroking Hank‘s bare ass and teasing along the crack.
    At the same time, he touched the tip of Hank‘s cock with his tongue, licking the bit
    of pre-cum that had formed there. His free hand came around to cup Hank‘s balls.
    Hank shuddered and thrust forward, eager to fuck the guy‘s face.
    Russell pulled back. ―Don‘t do that, Hank. That‘s rule number two. You will let me
    set the pace.‖
    ―Hey, I call the shots—‖ Hank began.
    Russell squeezed Hank‘s captured balls just enough to get his attention and looked
    up into his eyes. ―Trust me for just a little while, okay? For once, don’t call the shots. Let
    me guide you. Experience what I offer. Let yourself feel something new.‖
    ―There is nothing new. The bottom line is just getting off, one way or the other.‖
    Hank had intended to make his words drip with disdain, but it hadn‘t quite come out
    that way, as Russell moved his hand along Hank‘s shaft, drawing the thumb almost
    roughly over the sensitive head. Hank