Chapter 2

His eyes were wide,which indicated his visual intoxication by my dick.His lips were parted and saliva hung at the right side of his mouth.He breathed steadily,infatuated with what was about to happen between us next:the act of his hand meeting my shaft and gliding my tool’s excess skin up and down,building friction.

“It’s huge,”he admitted,“but mine is bigger.”

I laughed at him,and confessed to myself that the young man on the beach had some balls,unafraid of our male-with-male bonding.Then I coached,“Stop with the chatter and get my rocks off.”

Again,he listened.Why wouldn’t he when he seemed to be so transfixed to pleasure the both of us?His right paw found my cock and he man-handled it the way I wanted him to.Heated strokes caused my breathing to heighten and my temperature to rise.I was sweltering under his touch,breathless,and dizzy.“Rock it,”floated out of my mouth.