Kaevan slammed his door shut and threw the lock in place, his jacket hit the ground, and he almost shredded his pants in order to get to his engorged cock. He hissed as he pulled his rock hard length free from the confines of his snug boxers. “Damn.” He dropped himself onto his couch and wrapped his fingers around the impressive girth of his shaft. That first deliciously slow stroke from the thick root to the wet bulbous tip of his dripping cock had him throwing his head back and groaning his pleasure out loud. His thoughts filled with the beauty that was Phelan, how pink and plump the boy's lips were. He could just imagine how soft they would feel as the man knelt at his feet and kissed the mushroomed head of his erection before taking it into the warm cavern of his mouth, sucking him deep into the back of his tight wet throat.
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