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XXIII

They continued this for more than 15 minutes when Jordan rolled over to Symere's side. Symere stared at the ceiling, "I love you, Jordan; I always have." he said.

Jordan pulled Symere's head to face him, "Well, I love you even more." Jordan bragged.

"That's not possible." Symere stated, shifting his hand to where it was positioned on Jordan's jeans. Symere looked at Jordan with questioning eyes, hoping he would let him do what he so desired to do. Jordan nodded his head, as if he knew exactly what Symere was asking for.

Jordan wore tight black jeans that accentuated his muscular body below his waist, especially around his crotch. Symere laid his hand on Jordan's package, feeling it quake underneath his sudden, soft, touch of it. He had awoken the beast.

Symere searched around for a button to slide Jordan's jeans off, while Jordan simultaneously slid off his Air Forces, the same shoes he wore the night of the meltdown with Symere, and brushing Symere's dreads playfully. Symere finally discovered the button after numerous caveats, and unbuttoned his jeans quicker than he ever had before.

The sound of the zipper unzipping was one of the most satisfying sounds to Symere; it was his own, personal ASMR, centered around Jordan. Jordan leaned his head back on a pillow, knowing that something in his pants was getting larger and larger with the zipper gradually becoming less present.

Symere slid Jordan's jeans off with the help of Jordan's shifting waist positions. A pair of boxers was revealed of which something was hiding underneath. Just the outline of Jordan's appendage from down under excited Symere. He wanted some goddamn North Carolinian cock.

Symere's small hands wrapped around what felt like a tree in Jordan's boxers. He grabbed it tightly as soon as he gripped it, causing Jordan to jerk his head back letting out an audible moan. Symere jerked his head towards Jordan's direction, and saw a relaxed grin spreading across Jordan's euphoric face. He nodded, notifying him to keep going. Symere ran his hand up and down Jordan's dick, feeling it get even harder underneath his indestructible grip.

Jordan's boxers didn't stay on very long, and beneath it was revealed to be an oak tree like appendage belonging to Jordan. Symere continued his iron grip upon his pulsating, bare skin underneath, while Jordan continued to smile wider and wider. After reaching full length, Symere started to give Jordan a handjob, which caused a sexy moan to begin to emanate from Jordan's mouth, calling out Symere's name, telling him: "Keep going, baby. You're doing so good."

Symere's cuffed hand ran up and down Jordan's package, going faster and faster the further time went on. All of a sudden, Jordan got a feeling in his stomach; the type of feeling someone gets before they're about to let all their internal fertilization juice see the light of day.

"Ohhhhhhh shittttttttt," Jordan moaned, trying to warn Symere, but being to relaxed to sound concerned, "it's gonna happennnnnnn."

Symere looked towards Jordan, "What's about to happen?"

Jordan felt his package get harder, stand straight up, and watched as his white liquid dribble down the side of his tent pitcher. He looked towards Symere who looked back at his waist, not caring, and returning to his previous activity.

Symere's job was made easier now; he had lubricant, which made his hands move even quicker. Jordan was loving Symere's devious acts, he was moaning even louder now that Symere had sped up even more. He was starting to slightly toss and turn, but not enough for Symere to lose his place in his process.