Both of their shirts came off with minimal disruption to making out. Shay was practically on top of Galenn when he slid his pants down, palmed Galenn’s already erect c**k through his silken boxers. Damn, he felt fine. Shay couldn’t even decide what he wanted to do at this point, when every option for f*****g sounded good, but Galenn moaned into his mouth when he rubbed the man’s d**k through his pants.
And then Galenn was trying to pull away from his mouth, and after a moment Shay let him go, but the man was grimacing.
“s**t, no,” muttered Galenn. He grabbed at Shay’s hand, but not before Shay had felt the warm wetness spreading through the man’s silken pants.
“Already?” he asked.
“Tried not to,” said Galenn. “f**k! It’s just been so long…And you nearly getting me there earlier…”
Shay
