In Oz, Matt found it hard to keep his gaze off those tiny silver shorts Vic wore. They moved like a second skin, shimmering in the sunlight, sculpting Vic’s buttocks into two round, bouncy balls. Each step he took flexed muscles that rippled and moved under the shorts with a sensuous motion that spurred on Matt’s libido. If he fell back a few steps behind Vic, he could watch the rhythmic rocking of his lover’s ass as his d**k thickened in his pants.
The hard-on made it difficult to focus on his goal—the Emerald City. If this were a dream, he’d reach it eventually, right? So why not stop and enjoy the scenery while he could? Or rather, stare at Vic’s metallic backside and imagine his teeth peeling those skin-tight shorts down to expose those luscious cheeks…
When Sadie barked up ahead, ur
