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“I kept looking at you,” he whispers

“I kept looking at you,” I say “Couldn’t take my eyes off for a second It was honestlyan art Every week, I feel surprised again And nervous again But mostly surprised You’re like a machine”

He backs out of the parking spot Then he takes s it to his dick

“Feel that ainst him

“Oh shit”

He lifts his hips—even as he’s driving us out of the lot

“You’re so hard,” I laugh

“I want you”

“I want you too,” I tell him “Pull over at the baseball field”

I play with his dick till we get there, snickering at how hard he is

“You’re already halfway there,” I tell him “And so am I now”

Ez leans over, rubbingeach other as he parks behind a tall shrub

I consider jerking him, but I want to taste him, to feel his soft cockhead inall salty and slick at the tip

“Fuck,” I whisper, pulling off hiood”

I know I shouldseen, but I can’t help giving him some slow licks all around the rim of his head and that little soft spot on the underside I know it’ll drive hi When I start to puer down to rub over his balls, and I can feel theht and ready

I lower roans, “Mills,” and coroans again and wraps an arm around my back

“Oh fuck”

I lift my head and tuck him back into his boxers and his shorts, and Ezra wraps his arain He pulls me closer, kisses my throat, where I like it most Wheninme

“Get in your seat,” he rasps, and I do, and he leans down and pulls my dick out, wraps his mouth around it

I have the idea that he ht be too tired to blow me, but he does an all-star job, and I co, he hugsand hard before he sits back up and wipes his mouth

“Best post-game meal I ever had”