Chapter 3

Ian’s cock had returned to its half-hard state, a situation Taren set about resolving without preamble. He stood behind Ian and pulled Ian firmly against him with one arm around Ian’s waist to hold him in place. He reached between Ian’s legs and gave his balls a not very gentle squeeze, twisted them a few times and squeezed again, even harder this time.

“Hmmm…nice and heavy and full,” Taren rumbled in Ian’s ear.

He let go of Ian’s balls and grabbed his cock, already fuller than a few seconds ago. Taren’s fist moved up and down, giving a twist on each upstroke while his other hand rested, palm flat, against Ian and applied steady pressure to Ian’s bladder.

Ian shifted his weight from foot to foot and shoved his ass against Taren’s groin. He desperately wished Taren wasn’t wearing clothes and could fuck him right then and there.