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Jim and Blair moved in tandem, their bodies sweaty as evidence
of their exhaustive work. "Jesus, Blair! Don't pull like that.
The older man took Blair's hand in his, adjusting the grip. "There.
Nice and easy strokes. Keep on like you were doing, and you'll
get it everywhere.
Blair rocked back and forth, alternating between deep thrusts
and shallow pullbacks. "Move your hands, and let me do it!
You just lean back and let the master do his work."
Jim held back, watching his lover's hair fly to and fro, matching
the rhythm his body was producing. The air hung thick with
moisture, causing even more sweat to bead from the work.
Blair continued to pull; he knew he was close. Just a few more
strokes and they would be satisfied. "Come on, baby... Come
on!" he urged on, hoping for a quick release. However, after
several more minutes of thrusts, it seemed no closer. He
had to get release soon. The feeling from his groin would not
take much more.
"You almost got it, babe. Ooh, you missed. Damn, I'm going
to make you clean that you, know," Jim called, looking
over his shoulder.
With one last powerful thrust, Blair found release. The feeling
of satisfaction spreading over his being. "*FINALLY*" he
exclaimed, turning to Jim. "Babe? This is the last time I
help you out," he added exhausted. "Next time you clog the
toilet," he said, handing Jim the plunger, "*YOU* deal with it.
Now get out of here so I can pee!"