Chapter 42

But Key stops, pulling back a little, and when Joey leans forward to chase after his dick, he puts a hand on the nape of Joey’s neck. “Naw, man, hold up.” Key sits on Joey’s legs to take a breather. He looks winded and flushed, sweat beading on his upper lip and along his faded hairline. “Oh God. Oh jeez, you right. I’m gon’ shoot.”

Joey leans down, mouth open, eager to finish the job. “Then let me—”

“Naw, naw.” Key catches him by the shoulder and holds him back. With his other hand, he fondles his saliva-slicked dick as if trying to keep it hard, stroking it and tugging on the end. Then he catches Joey’s cock and jerks that, as well, pressing them together and encircling both with his hand. His eyes glisten as wetly as the smooth skin on his glans. “I wanna see what’s in those tight-fitting jeans of yours. You think you can take all this? You wanna try?”

Joey frowns. “I didn’t bring anything—”