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Lips tugged on the bare tip of his cock. Ever so sweetly, they lured him in. A warm, wet tongue took delicate swipes at the shaft before dropping back to lick the first drops of pearly liquid coaxed from the tip. Flattening out to press firmly across the whole head, that provocative tongue needed no words to work its siren call--just firm, unyielding strokes by someone who knew exactly what it was doing to him. Fingers that were not at all shy gripped him around the base as more fingers cradled his balls with a gentle squeeze.
The pressure on his testicles grew stronger by slow, unstoppable degrees as the lips returned to torture his poor cock head, pushing against it like the tightest pussy he'd ever felt but never quite taking it in. Kevin couldn't hold back the slow rocking of his hips as he tried to breach the opening.
Skillful fingers tightened around the skin of his shaft like a human cock ring as the gates of heaven slowly opened and he slid balls-deep into the hottest, wettest mouth God ever made. A tongue stroked strongly against the vein that ran along the bottom, suction and heat drew him ever downward.
How could he be in so far? Waves of muscle tickled the head of his cock, and the idea of being swallowed so deep made him feel like his head might explode. Heat, suction, and wet, wet mouth all worked on him so that when the low humming began in the throat surrounding his dick, Kevin knew he was about to come. But the constricting fingers made that impossible.
As his hips rocked harder now, the humming created a buzz that traveled up his cock and settled in his balls, and he was being squeezed ever more tightly. The pressurebuilt steadily until--at last--the constriction was gone, and his cock exploded. Kevin came in a torrent, shooting hot spurts of come down his partner's throat.
When the tugging on his cock began to slowly ebb, the ringing in his ears quieted enough for Kevin to realize that the humming had changed to a purr. The lips came off his cock with a satisfied smack, and a very masculine voice drifted up to him. "Oh, yeah. That's what I'm talking about."
Kevin's eyes came open at the sound of the voice, and he realized he'd dreamed the whole thing. The weak winter sun shone on his back, and he knew he must have fallen asleep. The best blowjob of his life, and it was all a fantasy. He didn't know whether to sigh with relief or cry in frustration. As intense as the whole thing had been, he should probably be thankful it hadn't been a wet dream.
"Hey, Beltrán--you coming?" The door leading out to the patio off the lunchroom stood open, and the new guy, Durrance, leaned his head and shoulders out. "We've got a one o'clock meeting."
"Yeah. I'll be there." Shit. Kevin tossed the remains of his lunch in the trash and wondered how long Durrance had been standing there. How much had he seen?