Chapter 80

Leaning closer, Vic softly blew on Matt’s pubes. The hair fluttered and the boxers tented a bit as Matt’s cock took notice. Vic blew a second time, then leaned all the way down to plant a kiss at the root of his lover’s dick. The kinked hair tickled his nose, and his lover’s scent rose around him like expensive perfume. Something butted against his chin—Matt’s cock, still sheathed in the shorts, wanting more.

Always willing to oblige, Vic pulled the open fly down to release Matt’s shaft. It was a glorious length, supple yet firm, veined and darker than Vic’s own pale penis. The tip was a furious plum color, flared and already angling up to meet Vic. As he closed his mouth around the cockhead, he glanced up and saw Matt staring back.

Vic sucked once on the tip of Matt’s dick, then let it slip from between his lips. “So you’re awake,” Vic said instead of hello. He licked out and tasted the salty sweetness of Matt’s hardening cock.