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back of his throat like a male cat’s growling purr. It was a sound of
hunger and want.
It had become habit, a habit that told Johnny that he was ready.
His tongue flicked against the seam of Blondie’s lips, and then
darted, eager for more of this blissfully, sensual, erotic experience.
And then suddenly they were tight in each other’s arms, Johnny’s
hands plunging through Blondie’s hair, holding his head at an angle
while Blondie’s arms circled his powerful torso and explored the
muscular lines of his back. The fronts of their bodies were plastered
together, but their clothes were a barrier between them.
They undressed only as much as they dared since they were
almost out in the open. Since a dry fuck would have to do, they
opened up their flies, pushed their pants down until their cocks met,
and began love each other. Hot blood flowed through Blondie’s veins,
and pleasure electrified his body. Johnny’s movements and the husky
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groan that came from his parted lips excited Blondie. As their cocks
rubbed, Johnny’s movements became faster, his cock pressing,
rubbing, and stroking Blondie’s over and over and over again.
Pushing, rubbing, hard and fast.
Their cocks seemed to tangle and twist, loving like they were
starving for each other. And then, when they began getting hard, the
sensitive heads of their cocks kissed each other, rubbing, until
Johnny’s cock swelled so large that it covered Blondie’s in a
massaging treat that made Blondie groan. At that moment Blondie’s
body seized up for a split second, and a thick spurt of his delight shot
from the plump head of his cock to land on the sawdust. He uttered a
low, rolling growl, and the two of them continued to rub together,
their cocks mating until suddenly another spew from each one soaked
the sawdust between them.
Afterward, their mouths melded as if they’d been designed to
mate. Blondie had learned that kisses were often disappointing, but
with Johnny, kissing could be an art form. Skillful, beautiful,
passionate, and even emotional, since many times his experience with
Johnny had been so wonderful he’d almost come to tears. It had been
so long since a man held him the way Johnny did. So long since a
man had satisfied him like Johnny did. The downside was, when
Johnny knew he pleased Blondie, he could be as cocky as hell, but on
him it looked good—like those bitching leather pants he wore.
They were just straightening their clothes when someone called
out Johnny’s name.
“Hey, Johnny! You here?”
“Over here, Peppe. What’s goin’ on?”
Peppe walked up, looked over at Blondie, and winked. “Hi,
darlin’. You come up to see this big bazooka in action? He’ll thrill
you right down to your toes.”
“He already did.”
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“Yeah?” Peppe said as his radar went up. He quickly dropped his
gaze to Blondie’s clothes and noticed that he was slightly covered in
sawdust. He gave Blondie a lopsided smile. “Sawdust becomes you.”
“Listen you—”
“Damn!” Johnny said, interrupting Blondie. “Would you two pull
in your claws for a moment so we can get on with this?”
“He started it,” Peppe said like a pouting child.
When he said that, Blondie just looked at him like he was the
stupidest man on earth.
Peppe turned his back on Blondie with a huff, and said, “Say,
Johnny, I knew you were going to be here, so I set up a photo shoot.”
“Now? Today? Without any warning?”
“It has to be today, babe. They’re not available again for another
month, and that’ll be too late. Anyway, I took the chance that I could
catch you while you were doing your practice run. You have the time,
don’t you?”
“Well, it’ll be a little tight, but I guess I can make up the time
tomorrow.”
He looked down at what Johnny was wearing. “Great. Leather
pants.” He looked around. “How about your leather jacket? You
know, the one with the blaze on the back. I love it. You’ll be so hot
you’ll set the place on fire.” He leaned his head toward Johnny
conspiratorially and put his hand up beside his mouth as if he didn’t
want Blondie to hear. “By the way, I understand the photographer’s a
fan of yours, so flirt a little, okay?”
Johnny cut his gaze toward Blondie, who was clearly not liking
this.
When their eyes met, Blondie said, “I’ll be waiting for you out
front.”
“You’re making this difficult for me, Peppe.”
“Why? Because of your friend there? Tell him to grow up. You’re
in the spotlight now, and he’s just going to have to get used to sharing
you.”
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“Okay, okay. So where do you want me?”
“In front of the Wall of Death. He’ll probably want a few shots of
you on your Harley.”
Johnny followed Peppe outside. When he went through the door,
his eyes widened when he saw a crowd of people. “What the hell is
this, Peppe?”
“Now don’t get upset. These are just some people that want to
watch, that’s all.”
“You’re not charging admission, are you?”
Peppe laughed. “Damn, I must be slipping. That never occurred to
me. Oh, well. It’s too late now.”
“Is it always like this?”
“Not always, but you’re popular, and word is out on the streets
now that you’re opening your show soon. We’re really going to pack
’em in that night. I can’t wait.”
“You’ve already spread the word? Where?”
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