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I had another intense dream that night. Andy and I were on a bed, naked.
We were stroking each other’s stiff cocks and rubbing our hands over each
other’s chests. I bent over and took one of his tender, hairless nipples in
my mouth, squeezing his shaft while I traced rings around his tit with my
tongue. I sucked hard and bit down a little. Andy thrust his well-muscled
hips up and gasped, fucking my fist as I munched on his hardened nipple. I
reached under him as he arched, grabbing a handful of his exquisite ass,
kneading and biting and stroking. He played with my hair, then gently urged
my head lower. I left a trail of wet kisses down his chest, across his
belly, around to his sensitive laterals, inside again to his hip. I felt
his giant cock straining against my fingers, anticipating the fateful slide
into my slick, waiting mouth. I righted myself, kneeling over him, gripping
his immense shaft as I lowered my face toward the glistening, throbbing,
purple head. I parted my lips and tasted the rich, salty texture of Andy’s
jism on the tip of my tongue. I pursed my lips to encircle the very tip of
his cockhead, darting my tongue against the underside of his shaft as he
gently pushed my head lower onto him. I opened wide to accept him.
