“And if I ask you to stop, you stop?” “You won’t ask. Trust me.” Sam sneered. “I might.” He fell back against the mattress again. Suddenly, he felt the thrill of a lone fingertip caress the underside of his balls. “I…” He, what? Damn, just a touch to his balls and he wanted to cum. Logan settled between Garrett’s thighs and a carnal growl filled the room as it left his lungs. He pushed Garrett’s knees further apart and held them there. Garrett fought, at first, to bring them back together. Logan’s index finger traced his tight cock and then fingered his balls. “Oh, Sam, look at this. These are the innocent marbles of a man untried by masculine love.” Following a pattern of veins, he tenderly stroked all the way to the tip of Garrett’s shaft and by the time he moved his fingertips over the slit, the pre-cum existed there. “Nice.” His head dipped. His tongue retreated only a second before he slowly licked. “Hmmm…” He popped his lips. “Really good.”
