Cole Altridge believes in happily-ever-after. Or at least he did until he is jilted at the altar by his cheating ex-fiancé, Hunter. Heartbroken, Cole tries to get over the pain by burying himself in work, but it doesn’t help.
When his best friend Brenda gets tired of watching him wallow in misery, she drags him out for a night of karaoke at a local bar. Enjoying himself for the first time in a long while, Cole comes to the rescue of Jeremy Sultan, a friend from his book club who is being harassed by a guy at the bar. A seriously hot kiss saves the day.
Cole and Jeremy find common ground and sparks fly as they flirt and dance to the pounding music. A week later, another date leads to a hot night of sex and fun. Cole finds himself falling fast and has to decide: will he let Jeremy be his one and only? Or allow Hunter the rat bastard ruin his love life forever?
"Dude, you fuckin' rocked!" Jeremy shouted as we walked down the street, bumping into my shoulder time and time again.
"Thanks, babe. I'm worn out, though. How 'bout you take me home for a nightcap?"
“Sure hon.” Taking my hand and leading the way, Jeremy walked us to his car and we got in. As he pulled away from the curb, I gave him directions to my condo.
While we headed back up to Highland Avenue I told him, "I need to say thank you for tonight, and really show you my appreciation for such an awesome evening." At the next red light, I reached over and rubbed his leg lightly, slowly making my way over to the bulge in his pants that was growing behind his zipper.
Lifting his hips automatically to meet my touch, Jeremy said "This could be a dangerous thing to do while driving." But that didn't stop him from pushing into my hand.
"Yes it could be dangerous. Delicious, isn't it?" When he took a turn on Ponce Place, I slowly pulled down his zipper and reached inside to rub my hand against his hardness.
"Baby, if you keep this up, I'm gonna have to pull over and make you finish what you started," Jeremy warned.
"Is that a challenge?" I asked innocently. "I'll take that bet." I proceeded to rub him harder through his briefs, and I could feel the wetness from the tip of his cock seeping into his underwear.
Suddenly, Jeremy pulled over on a side street near Tenth and put the car in park, turning off the engine. He pushed his seat back as far as it would go, and then leaned back. Abruptly, he shoved his right hand into my hair and used his left to move my hand off his dick and grab hold of the base. Shoving my head down on his cock, he said, "No more teasing. Suck me off now, damn it! Make it good." He was so masterful. I loved that in a man!
Without further ado, I held his dick steady with one hand while I took his length in my mouth and went all the way down to his dark red pubic hair, setting up a back and forth motion and sucking for all I was worth. I used my other hand to fondle his balls, swallowing against the spongy tip of his cock anytime it hit the back of my throat. He jerked uncontrollably whenever I did that.
"Fuck, you're good at that!" Jeremy yelled, followed by a husky groan. His thrusts became erratic as he got closer to the threshold. Both hands in my hair now, he forced me to follow his lead and meet his thrusts and oh, how I loved that.
"Take it, take it all, take my load!" he yelled, coming in great spurts, pulsing down my throat. I moaned as I swallowed his cum, and I, too, climaxed just by pleasuring him. He was that sexy.
Collapsing against the seat, he said "Damn baby, your mouth is a work of art." He loosened his grip on my hair and let his hands drop to his sides, breathing heavily.
I leaned back against my seat, wiping my mouth and licking my lips for remnants of his cum. My head against the head rest, I smiled to myself as I listened to Jeremy's constant stream of muttering. Words like "damn baby, damn" or "fuckin' squeezed my dick so good I got nothin' left."
Turning my head, I looked at my lover. He was still trying to calm his breathing, eyes closed and dick still semi-hard.
"You were so sexy, I came in my pants, you know that?" I asked.
Opening his eyes a little, Jeremy looked at me and said, "Honey, you had me hard from the time you started singing on that stage and making love to the mic stand. Fuck! I think I might require you to sing to me every time we have sex. Shit yeah!"
Laughing at him, I replied, "You are so silly. Come on, stud. Take me home so you can fuck me raw. I'll sing ‘Let's Get it On’ by Marvin Gaye, yeah?"
On that note, Jeremy found enough energy to tuck himself in, adjust his seat and start the car. "I'm holding you to that," he said as we sped up Tenth Street to my condo.
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