Chapter 38

Vic clenched his ass cheeks in reply, and the sensation of flesh against Matt’s cockhead felt like butterfly kisses on his dick. Sitting up a bit, he opened the tube of lubricant and squirted a healthy dollop into the palm of his hand. It trickled between his fingers, down his wrist, over the underside of Vic’s dick and down around his balls. That load was rubbed lower, between his cheeks, around his tight hole. Matt rimmed it once, twice, and eased his thumb inside before Vic bucked up off the floor, hissing his pleasure. “Gah, yes, yes.”

The next squirt of lube was smeared onto Matt’s erection. He teased and plucked himself, massaging his length, working it hard and then guiding his slick shaft to the promise between Vic’s buttocks. His lover pushed against him, muscles flexing, hands fisting in the short Berber carpet as he moaned. “Harder,” he sighed. “Matty, please, YES.”