Chapter 19

“My turn,” Andre said. His job was easier, and faster. All he had to do was pull Sand’s T-shirt over his head and off his arms, before tossing it onto a nearby chair. “You got a mighty nice body there, mister,” he drawled in a bad imitation of a cowboy.

Sand snorted. “You’ve been watching Westerns, I take it.”

“Yep. Now let’s see if the bottom is still as spectacular at the top.” Andre stood and pulled Sand to his feet. It took no time at all for him to undo the fastenings on Sand’s jeans and push them and his briefs down to reveal his rapidly hardening cock. “Definitely a keeper,” he said, stroking it.

“No fair. You’re still half dressed,” Sand complained.

Andre made quick work of solving that problem, including toeing off his shoes. Sand sat long enough to get rid of his shoes and socks, and Andre’s socks when he lifted his feet, one at a time.

“Now, we’re ready,” Sand said, getting up again. “Which way?”