It’s awkward, wriggling under Trey as he tries to undress, but once Trey realizes what he’s doing, he helps. Rolling onto his side, he cradles Greg’s face in both hands and turns it toward him, his tongue tasting Greg’s numb lips before licking into him again. As fast as he can, Greg wrestles free from his jeans, tugging off his briefs, as well. His c**k stands from a thick thatch of dark hair, and his hands drift to massage his own length as he drowns in Trey’s kisses. Yes.
A hand tickles up his belly to stroke his n****e. With his pants around his ankles, Greg awkwardly mounts Trey. He wants this, he needs it, yes. Strong hands cup his ass, spreading his cheeks—one exploratory forefinger rims his puckered hole and he gasps in delight. “Yes.”
Reaching for Trey’s briefs, he watches his o
