Chapter 8

Barry was about to ask if Jake had deliberately matched the color with his shirt when the underwear was pushed down and…“Holy cow!”

Barry didn’t know whether to run screaming from the room or drop down to his knees in worship. The cowboy sported an awesome monument of masculinity that jutted proudly from a nest of brown curly pubes. A set of low-hanging balls in a hairless sack dangled beneath.

Jake grinned and distantly Barry heard Jimmy mutter, “Mine’s fatter.”

Without being conscious of his actions, Barry found himself on his knees and reaching for Jake’s dick. The skin was smooth, hot, and covered in a network of fine veins. A drop of precum glistened at the exposed head and Barry’s tongue whipped out to lick it away. He moaned at the slight sweetness.

“So what am I supposed to do?” a frustrated Jimmy asked.