Chapter 14

Joe’s arms are raised above him, trapped by the shirt. With one hand, Lee holds the shirt up, keeping Joe in place. The other hand strokes a ticklish path down Joe’s chest and belly, lower, to thumb open the button on his fly. Then the hardness in Joe’s pants throbs against Lee’s palm. His zipper eases down on its own.

Against Joe’s mouth, Lee murmurs, “I want you.” For emphasis, he gives Joe’s cock a healthy squeeze. It already feels damp through its thin sheath of underwear.

“Please,” Joe sighs, breathless.

This is a different kind of plea, all kidding aside. The laughter is gone, and as Lee’s hand slips into the front of Joe’s briefs, he lets out another guttural moan that seems to grab Lee by the balls, it’s so needy and raw.

Lee pulls Joe’s shirt up a bit more; now Joe’s nose is through the neckband, his mouth open in pleasure, his arms pinned above his head. His pants gape open as Lee’s hand delves deeper into his fly.His cock feels like a steel rod in Lee’s grip.