The man shivered helplessly above him, in his pathetic excitation scarcely even able to speak.
Carefully Brad ran his tonguetip all around the other’s swollen purple glans, then offered with a shrug, “ ’Cause if you’re weirded out or anything, I mean, well, gee, I can stop if you want, no problem…”
“N-n-no,” murmured the boy almost incoherently, “please, p-please…” Helplessly he arched his back, trying to insert himself once more between Brad’s suddenly evasive lips.
“Oh, but I don’t want to it to be awkward for you,” the smug husband countered with mock-solicitousness. Smirking, he avoided the other’s pounding red phallus coyly. “I mean, if you’re uncomfortable about not having Alyssa here…”
“No, man, no!” exclaimed the boy above him hurriedly. “God, it’s good!” he sighed. “Please, Br
