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Tyrone grunted and let out a groan of intense pleasure tinged with an undercurrent of pain. The pain wasn’t a bad thing, though; it felt good. It was all part of it, as far as he was concerned.
He felt the strong release as he ejaculated onto the bedsheets below him, feeling the movement slow and stop as Lenny’s hand returned to Tyrone’s right hip, before Lenny eased himself out, allowing Tyrone to flop down onto the bed, avoiding the sticky patch he’d just created.
He’d been coming to see Lenny for almost two years now, and he felt they’d built up a connection, a bond. He knew damn well there was no way he’d build up a real relationship with a rent boy, a male prostitute whose job was to make men feel special, but after the number of times he’d been to see Lenny, Lenny had got to kn
