He wanted to curse, call out Colin’s name, do something, but his pleasure sapped his will. He grabbed onto his seat, nails wounding the leather. Colin sucked like a fucking Hoover. One hard yank, and Brad’s pants slipped down his legs. He let his knees fall open further, and sucked air through clenched teeth when Colin closed a hand over his sac and tugged while sliding his mouth up Brad’s cock. “God…” Colin laughed around Brad’s shaft, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure to Brad’s balls. His mother would have a stroke, if she found out Brad called His name while Colin went down on him. Colin’s teeth grazed the underside of Brad’s cock, and Brad shuddered. He wanted to look. Wanted to see Colin’s blue eyes watching him, as Brad’s length disappeared between his lips, but that might be awkward. That might be awkward? He chuckled.
