I gulped and nodded, moving my fingers over the long length of his c**k. “Can I feel it for real? Without the clothing between us?”
“You can do anything you want,” he answered, rising. The thing beneath my fingers became more prominent.
Mingo Ladson stood stock still in my bedroom as I removed his clothing piece by piece. I took the time to see each new expanse of flesh with my fingers. Hard, planed chest, probably not as deep as mine. A small patch of hair squarely between the n*****s; smooth, hairless, pliant skin elsewhere until below the navel. A flared ribcage, flat belly, narrow waist, slightly bony hips, and then his essence jutting from a thick bed of curls. It rose in a slight arc and bobbed as his heart pumped blood. The broad crown was covered by a loose foreskin.
“You’re not
