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Brandon looked over, but the enormous duffle on Derek s lap
blocked his view.
 I could take care of that for you, Boss. While looking him right
in the eye, Brandon licked his lips.
Clearly concerned about getting caught, Derek examined the guys
closest to them. Brandon followed suit. The two across the aisle from
them were snoring gently, and those in front both had earbuds stuffed
into their heads. Turning to look casually behind him, Brandon found
those two guys, only one in each seat, were both sleeping. Not that
getting caught would get them a beat down or anything, not with this
group, but Brandon didn t want the coach to have something else to
get pissy about. Coach Miller continued to fume lightly in the front of
the bus. Still, the thrill of sneaking, of potentially getting caught, had
hardened Brandon even more.
 You want to suck my cock, pretty boy?
Brandon nodded. And he did. His mouth was watering he wanted
to suck him so badly.
 I can t hear you.
 Yes, Boss, I want to suck your cock.
Pushing the duffle off to the side and angling it so it rested on the
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round end, Derek blocked the view should the guys across from them
wake up.
Derek was indeed on the verge of climax. His balls were high and
tight, nestled close to his swollen prick.
 Suck it, pretty boy.
Brandon didn t need to be told twice. Leaning over, he took
Derek s prick into his mouth, sucking gently.
 Ah, yeah. Derek tangled his hand in Brandon s hair.  That s my
pretty boy with the best cocksucking mouth in the entire world.
In Brandon s lap, his cock twitched. All he needed was a stroke or
two and he d come in a torrent, but it was clear Derek had other plans.
 Lap at my balls, pretty boy.
Obeying his orders, Brandon cupped Derek s tight balls into his
palm, lifted them, then ran his tongue along the hairy sac.
Derek moaned low and deep, his massive body shaking the seat a
little as he scooted down.
At this angle, Derek couldn t thrust, which was a good thing as his
cock was massive. Brandon could barely take his entire length into his
mouth. Still, he tried to take more, which rubbed Derek s tip against
the back of his throat, choking him lightly, the sound of which clearly
drove Derek into madness.
 Ah, yeah, pretty boy, choke on my cock. You want to milk me
dry with those sweet lips of yours, don t you?
Bobbing his head, Brandon agreed with that assessment utterly.
He wanted to feel Derek spew hard down his throat. He wanted to
drink so deeply of him he would know him right down to his soul.
Brandon eased his probing finger under Derek s balls, pressing firmly
on the spot between his sac and his ass.
 What oh fuck!
Derek climaxed. Brandon continued to massage that spot,
knowing that it would indeed pump his master dry.
Muttering softly into his chest, Derek tightened his fingers in
Brandon s hair. Derek wasn t forcing his head anywhere. It was more
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an instinctual reaction to simply hang on against an onslaught of such
enormous pleasure.
Once Brandon had drained him utterly, Derek pulled him up and
kissed him deeply.
 You and your sexy mouth. Derek grinned, stroking his finger
over Brandon s bottom lip.  You could bring your master to his knees
with that skill.
Pleased, Brandon blushed. He never had been much of a blusher,
but he was around Derek and wasn t quite sure why.
 Oh, God, that look on your face. Growling, Derek kissed him
again with such passion Brandon almost came. Whimpering now, his
prick so tormented he was almost in pain, Brandon gazed into Derek s
eyes with plaintive appeal.
 Look at my pretty boy s prick.
Following Derek s gaze down to his lap, Brandon thought his dick
had never looked bigger. He was so hard the vein along the side was
pulsing against the tautness of his shaft.
Lowering his head to whisper directly into Brandon s ear, Derek
said,  Would you like to stroke your cock while I watch?
 Yes, Boss. Please. Brandon made the foolish mistake of lifting
his hand.
 Put your hand back at your side, Derek snarled.  I asked you a
question. I didn t give you permission.
Frustrated beyond belief, Brandon returned his hand to his side.
 Aw, poor baby. That cock does look painfully hard. Why, look,
there s even a tear at the tip like it s crying.
A drop of pre-cum hung on the edge as if his prick wept with
abject frustration.
 Rock your hips, Brandon.
Knowing it would only aggravate his situation, but desperate to
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