Chapter 23

Keenan managed to get Tucker’s pants unzipped and fished out the man’s cock. It was already hard. “Well, someone’s not objecting,” Keenan suggested, giving the rigid member a squeeze. “We could call it a dry run…you know—practice.”

“It’s hardly going to be a dry run if you keep that up. I’ll be a mess,” Tucker said as Keenan began stroking him.

“I promise, I’ll be careful,” Keenan said as he turned Tucker around and slid to his knees in front of him.

Tucker started to weakly protest, “You’ll wrinkle your pants if you do…” Then he gasped as Keenan swallowed him to the base of his swollen cock. They’d made love the night before, being careful to say goodnight before midnight so Tucker could leave and honor the superstition of not seeing each other before the wedding, which now seemed a totally irrelevant thing to have done