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Zach slid a hand to Caleb's belly and then up to his nipple, rubbing it with his thumb as he began to thrust into him at a quicker pace. He changed the angle again, still searching for the right spot so he was hitting his prostate each time. He knew when he finally found it because Caleb cried out and dug his fingers into his shoulder. He kept going for that spot, fucking Caleb harder and harder for as long as he could.

"Baby," Zach gasped, his cock so hard and his own orgasm so close. He got a hand on Caleb's dripping cock, needing him to come so he could. "I'm so close."