Once Kent is unzipped I fold my fingers over the edge of his pants and his boxer-briefs, tugging down, and Kent helps me, pushing at the back of his pants so that they fall all at once to the floor. And then I’m suddenly quite intimately face-to-face with his rock-hard d**k.
I blink in surprise, doing my best to maintain my cool even though I’m – I’m honestly a little freaked out –
I mean, Kent’s c**k is in some ways an old friend by now – a very good old friend. But we’ve – we’ve never met quite like this –
Perhaps sensing my reaction, or just wanting to get his pants away from his ankles, Kent takes two steps back, lifting his feet out of his slacks and kicking them away. As he does that, his hand goes to the base of his c**k and he runs his palm slowly up the length of it, back an
