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Chapter 8-1
Chapter 8 Almost without thought, Doyle dropped to his knees and took Bobby’s prick into his hand. “This is for you,” he said just before he slipped his parted lips over the glistening tip and took in as much of the length as he could. It took only a few motions, in and out, sliding deep, then sucking on the withdrawal. Bobby’s hand settled on Doyle’s head, fingers twisting in his hair. It hurt, but in a good way. Doyle felt the younger man’s body go tense, then hot c*m flooded his mouth in spurt after spurt. Bobby pulled back and staggered a step to lean against the edge of the manger again, this time butt-first. If he felt splinters in his bare ass, he didn’t show it. Suddenly, he grinned. “We both must be plumb brainless now.” Doyle sighed, although he could not keep from smiling. “I
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