“Do you?” Jason stroked his hair, cautious about it—no force, no pushing—but knowing that Colby loved being touched, cherished, shown affection. “You like being on your knees for me, baby?” Colby did, though not entirely confident in his own skills; he liked pleasing Jason, and got flustered about praise.
“Yes,” Colby said, “yes, Jason, I do,” and then leaned forward to kiss the tip of Jason’s c**k, shyly but with obvious desire. His arousal was plainer now, shaft full and long, upright between his thighs.
“Good,” Jason said softly, “I like that too, I want you, Colby, I want you to open up and let me use that sweet mouth, the way you want me to, so you can feel me and taste me. I want you to touch yourself, too. But don’t come.”
Colby nodded, and then said, “Yes, sir.” His eyes were bi
