Gingerly, Matt peeled down Vic’s jockstrap. His hard c**k stood straight up, the tip bobbing a little once freed. When Matt caught it between his lips, his eyes slipped shut in delight as the sweet taste of his lover’s pre-c*m filled his mouth like ambrosia. He could squat here for hours, suckling at Vic, his thirst slated, his hunger filled.
But they had a game to finish. Vic tugged at Matt’s hair, pulling his head back so they could look at each other. “Don’t suppose you have any lube?”
Matt froze, mouth open as Vic’s d**k slid free. “What? No.”
Vic sat on the bench, and Matt eased the straining jockstrap down over his spread knees. “Let me at you again,” Vic said, trying to get Matt to stand. “I’m sure my spit’s already dried.”
“Roxie has some lotion in her locker.” Matt stood and p
