Chapter 57

But he liked being touched and even if it was Lamar, it didn’t haveto be. With his back turned and his eyes closed, the dick inside him could belong to anyone he imagined. Watching Lamar’s hand pluck the bulbous head of his shaft, Stacy felt himself hardening in response. Lamar wasquick. What would a few minutes hurt as long as they both got off?

Closing his book, Stacy shook his head, amused. He unfolded his legs and stretched them out over the coffee table, and his book fell forgotten to the floor. With the weight off his lap he could unzip his own pants—he slid down deep into the recliner and raised his legs to give Lamar a tempting view of his ass as he pulled off his jeans and briefs. “You’re the devil,” he teased.