Chapter 18
Just like almost every other morning of late, Matt awakened to find a warm mouth on his c**k and a head bobbing up and down under the covers. He smiled and relaxed into the pillows. He had learned early on that there was no stopping Tre until he got his early morning protein smoothie. When they had first started going out, Matt had protested (weakly), saying he wanted to return the favor, but Tre wasn’t having it. He explained, with semen-scented breath, that he got his pleasure from giving men pleasure. He wasn’t being unselfish at all, he had said, more like the opposite, as he lowered his head to lick away the last drops of come dribbling down Matt’s shaft.
Matt stared up at the ceiling as Tre worked away, efficient, like some kind of piston-driven engine, tongue swirling,
