Chapter 35

Alan watches his hands as they massage and knead, rubbing up and down their dicks, slathering both lengths. He thrusts his hips, a throaty moan escaping him. “Speaking of the main event…”

“Oh, you better hold it in.” Jim gives Alan’s dick a playful tug. “This isn’t a one-man act here.”

“Then let’s get the show on the road.” Alan squeezes the bottle again and, this time, it sputters into his hands. “Uh-oh.”

“There’s enough,” Jim assures him. “There has to be.”

Releasing their dicks, Jim rises up on his knees and reaches behind him. He grabs his buttocks and, from the way he bites his lower lip, Alan knows he must be rimming himself, breaching his hole with lube-slick fingers.

“Hey, hey!” Alan grabs Jim’s hips and pulls him closer, hands sliding around Jim and under his hands to cup his cheeks. “This is my job.”

“Then do it.”