Garrett puckered his lips and bobbed his head. Eron met his lips and plunged back into Garrett. Tongue in mouth, cock in ass, where did he end and Eron begin?
Garrett slid his left hand between their sweat-soaked bodies and stroked.
Perfectly shaped for opening the tight channel, his cock penetrated Garrett like a wedge. Eron sought more and more of Garrett’s warmth.
With Eron’s steady rhythm and the guttural sounds pulled from Garrett’s throat as he stroked himself, no afternoon had ever been more perfect. Eron rested his forehead on Garrett’s shoulder and increased both speed and power. With each thrust the pleasure grew, rose inside him like an unstoppable tide. As veins bulged and throbbed in Garrett’s neck, he convulsed and spewed the semen from him. Helpless to stem the tide, he lifted his head and grunted as the warmth pressed from his balls. Eron shuddered in congress with Garrett.