Chapter 3Craig’s c**k jerked with every heartbeat. With his hands locked behind his back, Roy bobbed around trying to catch it. Finally Craig either got impatient or took pity on him. He caught his prick and held it steady until Roy closed his mouth over the dark head. For a moment, he just held the head in his lips, savoring the feel and taste, the heat and powerful maleness of it. Then he ran his tongue around the groove behind the head, teasing the nerve buds that clustered there. Craig gave a moan of delight.
“Oh, my God, that feels so good!”
After he teased with his flicking tongue a few more seconds, Roy began to work his way down Craig’s thick rod. By gradual degrees, he took it deep into his mouth, until the tip bumped the back of his throat. He’d long ago lost the gag reflex and
