Gay: The Centerfold

I slowly unfastened his pants and pulled them down over his hips. Hi thick cock swung proudly, now freed from the confines of his pants. I took hold of him and began stroking him from base to tip. Brock moaned and pushed as the back of my head again. I knew what he wanted but I wanted to play for a moment.

“Dude, we don’t have much time,” Brock whispered urgently. “Get to it.”

I obediently quit playing with him and took him into my mouth. His moan was like music to my ears as I went to work on him. I alternated sucking with long sweeps of my tongue against his velvety hard flesh. Brock seemed to enjoy what I was doing if his moaning and thrusting hips were any indication...