Wayne's fingers dug into my shoulder. 

'Fuck, that feels good,' he muttered. 

I didn't hesitate after that. I parted my lips and took the head into my mouth, sucking lightly, my tongue flicking over the sensitive underside. He tasted even better like this, all man and need. I worked my way down, inch by inch, feeling him fill my mouth—the girth stretching my jaw, the veins sliding against my tongue. It was messy; saliva built up quick, dripping down the shaft as I bobbed my head. 

I gagged a little when I tried to take more, my throat tightening, but Wayne just moaned, 'Easy, bro, just like that.'

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