Chad made a sound: a long, nasal snort that under any other circumstance may have sounded funny or crude. In an enclosed space that smelled like male sweat and s*x, it egged Tucker on, so his mouth movements increased in speed and grip. He pressed his wet crotch into Chad’s face, and Chad breathed heavily against it. It sent chills down Tucker’s spine and Chad shuddered as well, and shivered, twitched, and shifted. He pressed his rear end hard into Tucker’s hands, which Tucker still kept underneath. Chad gyrated. “Jinkies!” The word for Chad, Tucker knew, was akin to his orgasmic “f**k!.”
Tucker rolled around after swallowing the last of Chad’s semen. He positioned himself beside him, and took Chad’s softening, tender organ in his hand. He kissed him. They kissed each other. Then Chad res
