Page 60 of Donovan's Men

“Even if you just hold me like this long enough, I promise you I’ll go off.”

Hamish cocked his head at me and then turned his attention back to Tyson. “I’ll just say that if I do something wrong, I expect you to tell me.” He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he bent his head, leaned over, and licked around the crown of Tyson’s cock.

Jesus, I’m going to go off in my jeans.I wanted to encourage him to hurry up. And at the same time cajole him into prolonging this as long as possible.

Tyson’s hips shifted.

Hamish speared his slit with his tongue.

I held in the moan—but barely.

Then he pulled Tyson’s crown in entirely. While Tyson wasn’t as thick as I was, he was quite long.

I worried Hamish might try to deep throat Tyson right away, but he didn’t. In fact, his technique appeared decent. Obviously not previous experience. So either he’d checked out porn or he’d paid great attention when Tyson had done this to him.

Hamish held the base of Tyson’s shaft to control the depth. Then he went to work—sucking, pulling off almost to the tip, then hollowing his cheeks and drawing Tyson farther in.

Again, I shifted. Such a simple—and yet incredibly erotic—sight. Knowing Hamish was doing this for the first time made it even more arousing.

He lightly grasped Tyson’s balls even as the man ran his hands through Hamish’s hair. The burnished auburn glowed gold in the firelight. Little licks of the color hit Tyson’s chest and gave the white hair a warm hue.

Jesus, but the wanting was going to kill me.

But what a way to go.

“I’m coming, Hamish.” Tyson’s words came out through a clenched jaw. “If you don’t want—”

Hamish doubled down—hollowing his cheeks and bobbing for all he was worth.

Tyson stiffened and then let out a long groan as he obviously came.

To his credit, Hamish did an admirable job of swallowing.

I wanted to taste his cum so badly. But I wasn’t going to ask Hamish to kiss me. Even I recognized that was beyond the man’s comfort zone.

Eventually, he pulled off. He placed a soft kiss to Tyson’s cock, then sat back on his heels. He pivoted his attention to me.

“I would say you did an amazing job. I mean, Tyson might—”

“Oh fuck no. That was brilliantly fantastic.” He cracked an eye. “I might not recover for a while.”

“Take your time. We have all night.” I chuckled.

“Yeah—but neither of you have gotten off. I suspect both of you are hard—”

“Oh fuck yes.” Hamish grinned, even as he pressed the heel of this hand to his crotch.

“So jerk off on Tyson.” I pointed to the beautiful expanse of skin.

“Oh, I couldn’t.” Hamish shook his head.

Tyson, with obvious great effort, managed to open both eyes. He patted his chest. “I’m lying on a washable blanket. But honestly—” He grinned. “Nothing would bring me greater pleasure.”

“Really?” Hamish’s eyes were wide—almost entirely black pupils in the dim light.

“Yes, really.” Tyson reached his hand to brush his fingertips along my knuckles.

“I’ll chime in a chorus and say I want to see that. Badly.” I offered my most charming smile.