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#7 Fire
Adam and Rocky relaxed on Rocky's bed, kissing gently. A moan from Adam was muffled by Rocky's own mouth. A knock on the door, however, quickly separated the dymanic duo.
"Adam? You're mother wants to know if you're spending the night. She's got that dinner party and needs to know now so she can make more food," Rocky's mom called out.
"Yes, If that's alright with you, Mrs. DeSantos," Adam answered.
"Alright then. Have fun boys," she replied.
Wiggling his eyebrows caddishly, he answered, "We plan to."
Adam rolled his eyes, as Rocky pulled Adam into his lap. As Rocky began nibbling on his senstive neckbone, Adam could feel that sweet fire rush through him threatening to burn him alive.
Adam moaned and moved his head to give better access, as Rocky moved his hands to give his lover more pleasure.
Right at the height of Adam's pleasure, Rocky's mom called out, "Dinner!"