Honestly Ezra was about to laugh it off, find the entire thing just somewhat amusing. A comedy of errors, but still a salvageable night. But then Keatonâs words and sudden hissyfit was enough to sober Ezra right up. And turn him off a bit, considering now Keaton was apparently accusing him ofâŠwhat. Hiding something?
Ezraâs willing and pleasant demeanor shifted into the cool and calm mask. Staring coldly at Keaton, Ezra pushed the younger man back down, holding him on the bed while Ezra returned to sucking him off. He wasnât as teasing and playful as before - this time it was a good slutty blow job, the kind one would get in the back alley of a night club, or under the table at a strip club. Â
Ezra was relentless, and didnât stop until either a) Keaton told him to stop; or b) Keaton came. Whichever came (ha ha) first.
After which he leaned over Keaton and delivered a rough, hard kiss, imparting whatever liquid heâd licked up from Keatonâs cock, into his mouth.
âThere you go honey,â Ezra said, and released him. He shifted to the end of the huge bed to get his clothes back on.
Keaton expected a conversation, maybe a slight argument, even an agreement, but he didnât expect Ezra just to get right down to it. It made him feel dirty, like that moment when you realize that the hot guy you thought you picked up all on your own, actually was an escort who you now owed $500.Â
Of course despite the moral dilemma, if Ezra was willing, well then who was Keaton to argue? He allowed him to keep going, moans, groans, curse words and the like all filling up the air as Keaton was once again in his happy place.Â
When the man finished, he was surprised by the kiss but it wasnât like he suddenly didnât find him attractive anymore, quite the opposite, a part of Keaton wanted that ass even more than before.Â
âwoah, where are you going.â He knelt on the bed and crawled over to him, âdonât you want me to finish you off too?âÂ