Chapter 75

Pre-cum bubbled from the slit in Vic’s cockhead. “Balls, too,” Vic reminded him.

Matt looked up at him with a frown. Sweat beaded across his temples, showing just how stressed he was at the thought of scraping a razor over the papery skin of Vic’s scrotum. “I don’t think…”

From his angle, Vic had a perfect view of his lover’s body. Matt’s muscled chest was damp, drops of shaving cream like cum clinging to the thick hair over his pecs. His taut stomach crinkled from the way he sat on the edge of the tub, but under the small folds, tufts of thick, black, kinked hair curled between his legs. His ruddy dick, rigid as a rock, jutted from him like a finger pointing out Vic. A drying smear on his thigh spoke of his own lust; Vic had a matching smudge on his leg, where he’d pressed Matt’s dick between them during the shave.

He wanted to take care of that—and his own erection—without further delay.