Chapter 9John
There it was, that switch from inexperienced and shy into hungry little monster mode. Venkat had been riding the line since they’d closed the door behind them, all his chaotic energy, all his need and want and desire boiling up inside him, threatening to break free but never quite there. Now, as Venkat climbed into his lap, those mind-blowingly sexy white shorts showing off the sweet curve of his little ass and the eager bulge of his d**k down his right thigh, it boiled over at last. John could feel it, hear it in Vee’s blood—it sang to him, even though Vee was no more mortal than he was, in most ways.
Venkat wrapped his wiry legs around John’s middle tight, sliding a hand between them to partially free John’s straining, heavy c**k from his shorts. He wrapped his clever han
