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  Billy begging was amazing, and Paul wanted to please him. He thrust again, trying for a steady rhythm, concentrating on that as the pleasure built up. This was so much more intense than anything he'd ever done before.

  Billy's body started to tremble. He was so close. He reached between them and curled his fingers around his own cock with a strangled whimper. "Oh God...Paul...Gonna...Come..."

  Paul was lost. He watched Billy and moaned, jerking as he thrust faster. He was close, too, and he drove in and out a little faster, no longer holding back. "Billy..."

  Billy shuddered and started to come, pulsing into his own fist. He stared intently into Paul's eyes, and the power of the revelation was incredible. He felt completely exposed, completely open to the other boy, and it made him cry out Paul's name as the orgasm rocked him.

  There was no way Paul could stop himself, and he climaxed hard. He never took his eyes from Billy's face as he buried himself once more, then froze as he pulsed inside him. Ecstasy unlike anything he'd ever dreamed of gripped his whole body.

  Billy stared up at him, breathing hard as he relaxed back against the bed. A faint smile played across his lips. "That was amazing," he whispered. roommate.

  Paul smiled a little shyly. "Yeah. It kind of was, huh?" He rolled off Billy carefully, and snuggled against him under the warm covers. "But I think we need lots of practice at it."

  Billy giggled and curled around him. "I'm glad you feel that way," he murmured. "I couldn't agree more."

  He was overwhelmed with affection for his handsome

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  Inspired by the important things in life: beauty, love, and passion, Jade Falconer has spent several years writing erotic fiction. The forbidden nature of homoeroticism has been the basis for many megabytes of fiction that has delighted a wide circle of online readers. Please feel free to visit Jade on MySpace at http://www.myspace.com/jadefalconer.