Chapter 8

Dale held his breath as Tom reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. When Tom had finished, Dale let the garment slide off. As quick as a flash, Tom grabbed the garment and flung it over the back of the couch. Not once, Dale noted, did his uncle’s gaze leave his face. Those beautiful eyes, so full of need and desire, stayed on him the whole time. Then Tom sat back a little and kicked off his shoes. He fumbled at his belt buckle and finally managed to undo it, removing both his trousers and boxer shorts in one quick movement. When he sat back up Dale felt his eyes widen as they fell upon the monster erection that speared up from between his uncle’s legs. It had looked impressive the previous night, but now, so close to him, it looked positively gargantuan.