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Another task, another elimination. This time Julie got the axe. Wes, who could barely walk in the skintight jeans he had worn for the fashion show, was just happy to be around and to have his friends Shaunda and Deana still around. They weren't that popular with some of the other players and Wes wondered how much longer Hilfiger would keep the three of them in the competition.
Wes was gay, and lived with his longtime partner. The slender brunette tried not to talk a lot about being gay but his flamboyant attitude usually told people all they needed to know.
Felix, the dour Cuban, pursed his sensuous lips in Wes' direction. Or more accurately, Wes' tight ass in those snug blue jeans. Felix missed his girlfriend and the truth was that Wes was prettier than most of the women in the cast. Felix played it cool in life but he was used to having what he wanted. So, without really thinking about it, he pressed his bulge against Wes' rear end. When Wes turned around to ask what was going on, those big brown eyes were swept up in Felix's stormy intense, rugged gaze. He knew what Felix wanted.
Wes sank to his knees and nervously unbuttoned Felix's button-fly jeans. Felix's thick 6 inches popped out, slapping Wes in the face. Inspired, Felix took his length in hand, repeatedly smacking Wes' gaunt cheeks with the flesh tube.
Wes slid the extra layer of skin on the uncut pinga back, exposing the fleshy pink mushroom head. He dove his tongue deep into the slit. Felix groaned and his knees buckled. With a few more swipes of Wes' tongue, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. When Wes deep-throated him, Felix purred in Spanish, shooting his tasty cream down Wes' expert throat.
Wes pushed Felix onto one of the beds in the bedroom they shared, and pushed his bulging crotch between Felix's lush lips. Felix nervously puckered his lips around Wes' plump package, slobbering over the denim. Wes pushed himself out of the tight jeans as best he could, pushing them around his ankles, and started a hot 69 with Felix. The night had just begun, and by the end, Wes was going to do his best to pop Felix's cherry. He wondered whether he would suceed.