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I stood up, shoved my pants down, and my cock sprang free. He slid back on the bed, and I reached for a condom.

“I want you to take me bare. Daddy, please? I’ve been tested.”

“I’ve been tested as well, but are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

I looked down at him laid out before me, his face flush with desire, those big, beautiful eyes, the dip of his waist, and those muscular legs, and I swear, I’d never get enough of him.

I thrust inside of him, and he cried out, wrapping his legs around my hips. I pulled out and plunged back in. My thrusts were hard and possessive, but gentle was beyond me right now.

I watched the place where my cock moved in and out of his body, and between that and the sweet, needy sounds my boy was making, I knew I wouldn’t last long.

I leaned down and took his mouth with a hungry kiss as my hips moved faster, and his cries grew louder as I pounded into him. His channel clenched around my hard, throbbing dick, and I knew he was close again as well.

I grabbed his cock and began stroking him in time with my movements.

“Come for me, baby boy,” I commanded.

I watched as my boy came undone, cum shooting up over his stomach and coating my hand. I released his softening cock,gripped his hips with both hands, and thrust hard and deep inside him as I coated his insides with my release.

Chapter 19

Mars

We spent the morning buying me a jacket, a few pairs of shoes that I needed, and a collection of other cool-weather gear like gloves and scarves.

When we got back to the house, I had an idea. “Why don’t we see if Steven and Roxy want to come over for dinner?”

“Yes, we should try. I just don’t know if he’s ready yet, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.”

“Okay, I’ll call him.”

I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.

“Marsy, what’s up?” I smiled at the sounds of a video game in the background. Looked like it was a normal Saturday at their house.

“I wanted to see if you and Roxy wanted to come over for dinner.”

“To my dad’s house?”

“Well, that’s where I live at the moment, so yeah, at your dad’s house.”

“Are you making shrimp pasta?” Roxy asked. I hadn’t realized I was on speakerphone, but that was pretty normal for Steven, especially when he was playing a game.

“I was actually thinking about making a pot roast.”

“The one you make with the red wine?” Roxy asked.

“Yep, that’s the one.”

“What do you think, Steven?” Roxy asked.

“You know I love your pot roast—what the fuck, dude, get out of my way, you’re gonna get me killed—so I guess if the only way for me to get it is to come watch you make goo-goo eyes at each other, I’ll deal,” he grumbled.

I laughed at my grown-ass friend who still yelled at video games like he did when he was fifteen and used words like goo-goo eyes. “Okay, sounds good. We’ll see you here around seven, and I’ll let you go so you can play your game.”

“He said yes?” Samuel asked.