Chapter 17

“Fuck, Michael.”

Michael loved the way Spyros said his name. He wanted to hear it again. Pulling back, he tugged Spyros’ shorts down, tossing them onto the floor. He wasn’t wearing boxers. Then Michael fisted Spyros’ cock again, running his other hand up Spyros’ thigh.

“Anything else you want me to do, Spyros?” he whispered. “Would you like me to suck your cock?”

Spyros growled and thrust up into Michael’s hand. Leaning over, Michael gave Spyros’ bulbous head a generous lick. Then he swallowed his cock into his mouth, not stopping until Spyros hit the back of his throat.

Spyros was panting now, his hands running through Michael’s hair. Michael hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head. Then Spyros was taking control of the movements, pushing Michael’s head down.

Michael didn’t care. This tasted far too good.