“But you’re out there creepin’, huh, you little perv?” Brody’s eyes traveled over Jaxon, then seemed to look past him for a moment, a flicker of something cold and calculating in their depths. Broad shoulders strained the fabric, delts bulging as the kneeling figure’s arms reached forward. Gay porn It felt like a burning rod piercing him, his pussy splitting, his body trembling, sweat pouring. Jaxon mimicked Shawn, licking from tip to shaft, the veiny surface rough under his tongue, the dark skin taut over stone-hard flesh. Each drop pulled Brody’s length almost free before swallowing it deep again. Thick pole-vault pads covered it, draped with a worn sheet. He couldn’t deny it—despite the shame, the memory of Brody’s brutal assault weeks ago lingered, a wild, maddening pleasure that dwarfed anything he’d felt jerking off. I can’t… without you.”“Damn right,” Brody sneered. “Two weeks gone, and you forgot how to address me?”Jaxon’s lips trembled, but the word wouldn’t come out. A former pro player, Shawn had won over the team with his killer skills and laid-back charm. The door stood slightly ajar.Heart pounding, Jaxon crept closer, only to hear Brody’s voice growl from inside: “Been two damn weeks since I got any.
