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Challenge #210: Rimming vs. Blowjobs
Title: California Dreamin'
Condom: Three for Rimming


Justin’s phone rang at dawn the morning the Golden Globe nominees were announced.

"Hello?" he mumbled, hung-over from a night of celebratory clubbing with Brett and company.

In Hollywood it was customary to party simply at the rumor of a Globe nomination.

"Justin Taylor?" a deep voice asked.

"Yes?” he squinted at his caller ID, but it was too fucking hard to focus, so he rolled over onto his back and simply listened.

"This is Ben Dover, from the Hollywood Reporter, calling for a few quotes on your reaction to Rage’s Golden Globe nomination for Art and Graphic Design."



Justin bit back a laugh and woke up enough to play along. "Mr. Dover, I’d love to talk to you, but I'm totally naked and about to eat the ass of a hot trick I forgot to kick out of bed last night. The little shit refuses to leave."

"In that case, do you have a video link you can share? My favorite stalker lives across the country, and I desperately need some new jerking off material."

"Mmmmm. Wait. He’s sucking me off now." Justin closed his eyes, and grabbed his dick, Brian’s unexpected role play getting him hot and horny.



“Fuck! This guy’s got a technique I’d love to get him to teach my non-conventional boyfriend back home in Pittsburgh.” Justin groaned, grinning as he pictured Brian’s horny expression across the miles.

“You sound fucking hot, Mr. Taylor.” The voice drawled, and Justin’s cock responded by dripping pre-cum on his stomach. “If I was there, I’d have my tongue so far up your ass, you’d never want me to leave your fucking side.”

“How soon can you get here?” Justin moaned at the thought.

“I’m leaving LAX now, Sunshine.” Brian answered smoothly “Hands off your dick until I get there.”