CHAPTER 7
Morgan stepped closer and lightly brushed Angelo’s hands away. Angelo looked up at him in confusion. Morgan gave him a soft smile and tugged Angelo’s zipper down. Without breaking their eye contact Morgan slid his hands under the waistband of Angelo’s slacks, palms flat, and pushed the material down over his hips.
Angelo giggled as his brief’s caught on his hard c**k for a moment, before it sprang free. In his head he heard, ‘Pop’.
“What’s so funny, my Angel?’ Morgan whispered as he dropped to his knees and continued
moving Angelo’s pants down to pool at his feet.
“Nothing. Just nerves, I guess,” Angelo replied breathlessly as he watched, mesmerized by Morgan’s actions.
“There is nothing to ever be nervous about with me. I only want to make you happy, and to feel good. I wi
