Chapter 33

Another roll. Another kiss, this one right where Alan’s pubic hair begins.

Another roll—the briefs come down in the back, Alan feels a sudden coolness on his exposed buttocks, but the material in the front catches on his cock. The cotton is almost translucent with precum. Jim’s tongue licks out to taste it, wetting the fabric more, warm against the shroomy head of Alan’s dick. He suckles a moment, then peels the briefs off over the swollen member, exposing the bulbous glans.

Jim dips, taking it into his mouth again, his tongue soft but firm against Alan’s bare flesh. He pushes Alan’s briefs down, and they slip all the way to Alan’s ankles. Wrapping his arms around Alan’s waist, Jim cups a meaty cheek in each palm and kneads, massaging them, spreading them, opening them wider as he sucks down the length of Alan’s stiff dick.

Alan sighs. “God, yes.”