They laid down on Tucker’s bed, continuing to kiss, and to discover the contours of their young, muscular bodies—Keenan’s hardened by years of strenuous farm work, Tucker’s softer, but no less well-developed. They grasped each other’s c***s, already hard and dripping pearls of pre-ejaculate, and began to stroke. Unlike the experience in the frat house, where Keenan’s feelings had been conflicted, this time he felt only delight in Tucker’s touch, and wonder at the feel of Tucker’s rigid member in his hand.
As Keenan approached climax, Tucker released his hold on Keenan’s c**k and rolled over on top of him. Interlacing their fingers, Tuck raised their arms above Keenan’s head, and kissed him. Tucker began a slow f*****g motion. His c**k, pressed next to Keenan’s, slid back and forth over Ke
