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“Xavi, shit. I’m…”

Yeah, my brother once bragged about learning how to not get cum on his boxers at the dinner table. Well, I might not have figured out his trick yet, but I knew exactly how to keep cum off Nate’s swim shorts. I bent forward, wrapped my lips around him, and drank it all down.

Because I fucking loved Nathan misspelled-Neegan Sawyer, and tasting his cum was third on my kink scale.

When Nate managed to drag in a real breath, he ran his fingers through my hair and grinned. “You aren’t coming until tonight. Inside me. Then we can try their cock warming version while we sleep.”

Deal. I poured us each a new piña colada from the cooler, sat down next to him, and held up my cup.

“From nothing to something, Neegs. We actually made it.”

THE END!FOR REALS.