Free The Sweet Side Of The Ropes: Enthralling Tales Of Male-Male Romance by Kiernan Kelly Page A

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    Wet with precum, Booger painted Travis’ cheeks with fiery designs, dragging the head of his cock over the bristles of Travis’ beard before brushing it over Travis’ lips.
    Without being told, Travis opened his mouth wide. Give me , he thought, looking up at Booger, silently begging. The first salty drop hit his tongue as Booger obliged; Booger's fat cock sliding past Travis’ lips tasting better than anything Travis could remember putting in his mouth before. He opened even wider, lifting his head up, closing his lips over hot velvet skin, sucking hard.
    "Lordy, Travis! You know how to do more with that mouth than sing, and that's the gospel truth.” Booger moaned, and his hips tilted, feeding Travis more, until Travis felt Booger's cock hit the back of his throat and the fur on Booger's balls hit his chin. “Oh, fuck, yeah!” Booger howled as he came. “Take it, boy. Take it!"
    Travis took it, all of it, as much as Booger wanted to feed him and still found himself wanting more. But Booger pulled away, dribbling the last few drops over Travis’ bottom lip. Breathing heavily, he smiled that one-sided grin of his then scooted his bottom back a piece until Travis’ aching cock was settled neatly between his cheeks.
    "You've been a good boy, Travis. Did as you were told, didn't fuss. I reckon you earned it, huh?"
    Travis nodded, still not allowing himself the smallest of sounds. His hands were numb, his arms ached from being tied overhead to the bed; his legs were stiff from his spread-eagled position, but he wasn't about to do a damn thing to ruin the moment. He wanted this so badly, more than he'd ever wanted anything, including his latest album to go platinum. He wasn't going to question the why of it—he just wanted to enjoy it.
    Booger began to move, rocking Travis’ cock between his cheeks as Travis’ precum slicked the way. The hair that dusted Booger's asshole scraped against the sensitive skin of Travis’ erection; his balls bounced lightly against Travis’ belly. It didn't take long at all before Travis was there, right there, gritting his teeth to keep from shouting out. He teetered for a moment then fell over the edge, coming in spurts like an overheated volcano, hips thrusting up under Booger's ass.
    Travis’ head flopped back onto the pillow as he gasped for air. He knew he was smiling, grinning like a damn Cheshire cat, but he couldn't help himself. How long had it been since he'd experienced an orgasm like that? Hell, had he ever had one that powerful? His body felt as boneless as a sack of jellyfish, satisfied from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes.
    Booger returned his grin. “Now, don't these ropes beat those fancy velvet ones you was talking about?” He leaned down and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to Travis’ smile.
    "Oh, can I talk now?” Travis somehow found the energy to cock an eyebrow. He was sleepy in that warm, incredibly sated way a man got after emptying his balls until they rang hollow, and was wallowing in the happy, lazy feeling. His arms sagged, pulling at the ropes that bound his hands.
    Snorting, Booger worked at the knots, letting Travis’ hands fall free., They flopped onto the bed like a pair of dead fish. “I suppose so. Don't know why you want to waste that pretty mouth on words, though. It was doing just fine without them.” Booger laughed, then untied his ankles and rolled off Travis, stretching out next to him.
    Taking a deep breath, summoning his strength, Travis flipped over on top of Booger, his hands seizing Booger's wrists tightly, holding them over his head. Using his body weight, he pinned Booger to the bed and grabbed the ropes, quickly securing Booger's wrists to the bedposts.
    "Well, lookee here. How's it feel, Booger?” Travis grinned down at him. “Maybe I'll keep you tied up for the rest of the week, see how you like it.” He wouldn't, of course. Not the whole week, anyway. He'd liked what Booger had done, how Booger had made him