Taking it as a good sign that Akira wasn’t really listening, Josh forced himself not to chuckle hotly as his fingers grasped along his cock over his pants, rubbing up and down while his mouth worked against his nipples. After a minute or two more of the torture, Josh carefully pulled Akira’s pants down, freeing his member which only made Josh stop and stare momentarily.
Once again the scars made him frown, never thinking he’d get used to it as his mouth trailed down Akira’s chest down to his abdomen and ending right at the head of his cock. Tracing the scars with his fingers, Josh glanced up at Akira but didn’t speak. Taking his hand away, Josh replaced it with his tongue, tracing the scars with it and flicking it against the mans piss slit before glancing at his amazing ass, causing his own cock to harden.
“I’d like to do something Akira but I need your permission.” Josh spoke finally while he stopped using his mouth, not wanting Akira to have to write while he was being pleased at the same time.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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