Chapter 24

Pulling back, Bill lets Jamal’s wet dick slip free from his lips. He stands, already unzipping his slacks before Jamal realizes what he’s doing. “Man, right here?”

“I need you,” Bill says simply. Nothing else matters at the moment.

He drops his slacks to his feet and turns, tugging his briefs halfway down his thighs. As he leans over the countertop, his backside exposed, he feels something hard and hot and wet press against the crack in his ass—Jamal steps up behind Bill and, spreading Bill’s buttocks wide, rubs his slick dick between them. “Bareback?” Jamal asks, thrusting up Bill’s crevice again.

Bill feels Jamal’s nuts bump against his, a maddening sensation. “I got a condom in my wallet.” Then, remembering he dropped his pants, he adds, “On the floor.”

“Man,” Jamal whines playfully.