ALEX
Reed pulled me close to him by the waist till I could feel his rock hard on against me.
He leaned in till I could feel his hard on poking against my crotch. It was little contact but electrifying.
He pulled my hand down to his crotch and I responded by reaching for his crotch and grabbing his hard on through the clothing.
Then he exhaled, shaking his head. “You're asking for it." He whispered.
“Maybe,” I said softly, “but so are you.”
My grip had tightened and I was pulling back his foreskin and playing rough with his c**k. The sensation of the now wet head against his cloth while I stroked him must have been pleasant. He tried to stand ever so still but his breathing was deep and indulgent and so was mine.
A rush of cold air replaced the warmth as I ripped his designer pants
