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Harker might be a bit socially awkward, but he knew his way around a man. While he sucked me off, he played with my balls. Caressing them, pulling them gently, rubbing them between his fingers. With his other hand, he opened his pants and began to jack himself off. I caught a glimpse of his prick. It looked to be like the rest of him, short and a bit thick, veins standing out proudly.

He stood up and got rid of his shoes and his pants. When he got back onto the bed, he straddled me. Reaching behind me, he took me in hand and lined my dick up with his asshole.

“Do you have anything? I’m not going to be able to do this with just spit.”

I reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a small jar of Vaseline. I handed it to Harker, who spread it liberally over both of us.

Slowly, he eased himself down onto me. When he got me all the way inside of him, he asked, “Is this okay?”

“It’s fine. It’s more than fine.”

He began to move up and down on my dick. Carefully at first, then more rapidly as he loosened up. I took his cock in hand and jacked him off as he bounced up and down on me. He was careful not to lean back and put pressure on my legs -- but all the movement did cause a little ache in my leg. I didn’t say anything, though. There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to let him stop.

Leaning over, he kissed me again and again, while still managing to pump me with his ass. His breath was short, and his mouth hung open in concentration, but he never took his eyes off mine.

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I sensed he was close, so I jacked him off faster while making sure each stroke took in the head of his dick. His thighs quivered and his belly shook and then he was coming all over me.

He paused for a moment, then began again. “Come inside me,” he said. I squeezed my eyes together and concentrated. For a moment, I thought I might not be able to do it, but then I was coming hard and fast. I let out a deep growl.

Harker fell forward onto my chest. His body was warm and a little damp. As I ran my fingers through his stubbly blond hair, he looked up at me and said, “Hey, you.”

I couldn’t help but feel my life was changing, shifting, turning into something it hadn’t been for a very long time. And strangely, that was all right with me. I smiled at Harker and said, “Hey.”

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