Moaning loud and long, Taren gripped Ian’s hair hard and thrust forward. Just as Taren ejaculated, he pulled Ian away, pumping thick, musky fluid over Ian’s neck and chest, his breath came in short gasps, punctuated with an exhaled groan every few seconds.
“Clean me, boy.” Taren’s voice rumbled out of his chest.
Using the full length of his tongue, Ian methodically licked off any bit of spunk remaining on Taren’s c**k. He repeated his task along the insides of Taren’s thighs then the man’s balls, not stopping until Taren gripped his hair and guided Ian to his feet.
“Strip. Face that wall.” Taren nodded toward the narrow slice of wall space between the bathroom and a corner.
Shuddering with excitement, Ian followed Taren’s order as quickly as possible. It was easy to hear Taren moving a
