Suck My Cock Or Get Fired Pt 8

He ran his tongue up the underside of that magnificent cock, tracing along the largest of the veins. He could feel the hot hardness pulse with each of Brandon’s heartbeats.
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“Where are we going?” Lonnie asked as Brandon missed their turn. Ricky squirmed in his lap, trying to look out the window. “And why did you bring Ricky?”
Brandon cut his eyes over at his little man, before turning his attention back to the road. “It’s a surprise.”
“Oh. I like surprises,” Lonnie grinned as he looked up and down the street, trying to figure out their destination.
“Good.”
Brandon seemed a little nervous to Lonnie, which made him wonder all the more what the surprise was about.
When Brandon stopped in front of the pizzeria and parked the truck, Lonnie frowned. “Pizza is the surprise?”
“No, smart ass. I’ll be right back.” Brandon leaned over and gave Lonnie a quick peck on the lips. He left the truck’s diesel engine idling and hopped out. Ricky bounced up Lonnie’s lap and put his paws up on the window and watched his big daddy walk around the front of the truck.
Lonnie watched his sexy bear of a man get out of the truck and hurry into the restaurant. Brandon returned a few minutes later with a large pizza box, breadsticks, and a plastic bag with bottles of soda.
When Ricky saw Brandon, he bounced off Lonnie’s lap into Brandon’s seat. The little dog’s tail was wagging a mile a minute.
Brandon managed to get the door open before Lonnie could reach over and help.
“Scoot, pest,” Brandon growled at Ricky.
Brandon handed the items to Lonnie as he got into the truck, then scooped Ricky up, gave him a quick kiss on top of his head, and then put...