That moment replayed itself in Matt’s mind, along with dozens of others, intimate snatches of dialogue, tongues and hands and lips on heated flesh, open thoughts spilling into each other in the early morning light that illuminated the kitchen table and Vic’s paper, unread before him. As Matt’s toes tickled the tender spot where Vic’s c**k and balls met, his lover thrust his hips forward, pressing his crotch against Matt’s foot.
Abandoning his chair, Matt dropped to the floor and crawled beneath the table, reaching for the thick c**k that stood up from Vic’s hairless groin. As Matt’s mouth covered the already damp tip, Vic eased down in his chair, spreading his legs to grant Matt’s thumb access to his asshole. He raised one leg, propping his foot on the table, opening himself to Matt’s ho
