No expression.Just stillness.His eyes dropped to Shawn—plugged, leaking, panting—and then to Tre, stroking slowly with that pierced monster of a dick.Shawn froze. Gay porn Watching.He didn’t speak. Not pride. “This place got your name all over it. “Didn’t know I’d stroke.”That made both of them laugh, but just for a second.“You’re getting good,” Jax said, tone even.Tre nodded, unsure how to respond.“Not just sexually. Same back-of-the-bus jokes. He didn’t have to say it, but Jax knew—he was proud.Now, he was the only one left.“You still workin’?” Shawn leaned against the side of the bar, sipping slowly. Then at Tre.Then back.He typed fast:Yeah. Just thinkin’.”He wasn’t thinkin’. “I remember you wearin’ them busted-ass gators and still pullin’ a girl that wasn’t even from our school.”Jax leaned forward. But I ain’t stoppin’.”Shawn didn’t say another word.Jax pushed him back, dropped to his knees, and pulled his pants down slow.He didn’t expect it to taste this good.Didn’t expect Shawn to gasp like that when he licked up the underside of his shaft and let his tongue drag across his balls.Didn’t expect to enjoy hearing Shawn beg.“Fuck… don’t stop… please—”Didn’t expect his own dick to leak like it had a mind of its own just from hearing it.He sucked him slow.
