Pad beelined to the refrigerator, thirsting for wine after the long dinner cruise. RJ locked the door behind them and approached Pad. Pad fiddled with the wine bottle, cursing that he couldn’t break the seal. “s**t! What’s the deal with this wine bottle?”
“Forget about the wine bottle.” RJ unbuttoned Pad’s shirt.
“I want to take a shower, RJ.”
“Later.”
“No, I’m all sweaty.”
“Shut up,” RJ whispered. RJ unbuttoned the top button of Pad’s short pants and let them drop. He got on his knees and pushed Pad’s boxers down. “I love your smell.” RJ licked the tip of Pad’s d**k. “Tastes salty and sweaty good.”
RJ then put Pad’s c**k, six inches as it was, in his mouth, stirred it to life by engulfing it whole. Pad helped RJ by slowly f*****g his mouth, watching RJ take his c**k easily. Pad’s br
