Chapter 18

Trent dodges his tongue between my lips while opening and closing his mouth over mine. He holds the back of my head with his right palm so I won’t stray from his company and grasp. His other hand moves along my sloped and bumpy chest and his fingers dance over one rounded pec and a firm nipple. The hand gradually moves down and over my hairy chest, across my navel, and finds the swollen cotton between my legs.

A gasp of excitement forces itself between my lips. Pre-ejaculate leaks out of my erection and bedazzles its cotton pouch. Forwardly, he begins to massage my dick in an up and down motion, but doesn’t press his fingers inside the boxer-briefs, in search of more fun.

When he finally pulls his lips away from my lips, and releases his tongue from my mouth, he whispers, “You’re really hard.”

“Let me be frank with you, Trent,” I say.

“Please do. I won’t accept you to speak to me in any other way.”