Mississippi Hustler (2014)

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Jay smelled of mown grass and something hotter and much more dangerous: the scent of pre-cum in the stifling air. Nor did he stop Jay from starting to unbutton the new seersucker shirt (“don’t want to get cum on anything”) single-handed so the other was free to begin lightly exploring the outline of the lump in Jeff’s slacks. All the while, their eyes remained locked, dark brown boring into pale blue. And it was the certainty of success Jeff read there which really undid any last thought of escape—and the promise that there might be cum to get on his shirt. Didn’t have no choice, really…



They landed on the camp bed with a thud, naked. Release the top of his shorts and shuck free of them was all Jay needed to get that way himself, but he took more care with Jeff, even folded his pants over the back of a chair, and then off came the jockey shorts. “Don’t want to get them messy either. Hmmm… beautiful ass. I reckon you need a proper going over.”



He meant it, as Jeff soon found out. Without much preliminary warming up—Jay was eager for a mouthful of Jeff’s big cock, which didn’t stay in an even semi-hard state once lips were wrapped around it—he got Jeff bent over on his knees and his head tucked nearly between them. This raised the arch of his doubled-up body so his thighs, taut with the strain, thrust his butt up into the air. And then Jay went to work with his long tongue, licking, lapping, probing the proffered ass crack. He felt Jay pull farther apart his glutes to give deeper access to the valley in between, and again the rasp of tongue on quivering flesh drove Jeff to bury his head deeper into the blanket covering the thin mattress beneath him. That sense of uh-oh, we’ve been here not long ago was quickly submerged by Jay’s stupendous mouth, lips, and tongue-work. His mmmmnns and aaahhs as he worked the sensitive sphincter ring reached Jeff as vibrations through the medium of his flesh more than as uttered sounds. Each fired a thrill down the trunks of his straining legs and in the other direction down through his gut and along his spine to collide excitingly in the crook of his neck. If this was how Lady Chatterley felt, then bring on David Herbert Whothefuck and forget the old voodoo woman’s hexes and potions.



No one yet had done this… ass licking like this and it was driving Jeff wild with sexual desire, to the point when he feared he might void his load straight down onto the bed covering. And then Jay let up with an explosive gasp. In a flurry of movement, he circled around Jeff, holding him in place with a hand on his rump. Jeff felt more than saw through blanket-obscured eyes Jay’s feet press down on the bed beside him and then shuffle around.



“You just stick there, JJ, my boy.”