“You gonna suck it or just gawk at it?” Brock’s impatient question cut through Calvin’s musings.
“In a minute. God, Brock, this just proves it. You are beautiful.”
Brock sighed. “Oh, brother!”
Calvin retracted—then pushed back—Brock’s foreskin. It was such a neat trick he did it a couple more times. Brock’s c**k dribbled out a pearl of pre-seminal fluid that Calvin caught on his tongue. It didn’t really taste of anything much, but Calvin enjoyed it nevertheless; it was part of Brock, and now it was part of him. He then laved the head, trying to get the tip of his tongue into the pee slit, then between the extra skin and Brock’s c**k-head. Brock started moaning and shuffling around on the air mattress, so Calvin knew he was doing it right.
Using broad strokes Calvin laved up one side of
