Zack’s brain was hazy with desire. “Unzip your jeans and take out your cock. I want to taste you so badly.”

Zack heard the sound of a zipper being drawn down, and then John said, “Yes, Wesley, please.”

“I put my hands on your knees and lean on you as I lower myself at your feet,” Zack said softly. “You’ve pushed down your underwear just enough to free your cock, and it’s rigid between your legs. It looks so good, my mouth waters. Are you circumcised?”

“Yes,” John moaned, and Zack heard the sound of skin on skin.

“Stop,” Zack commanded, breaking character. “Don’t touch yourself until I tell you to.”

“Oh, fuck you,” John muttered, but the sound stopped.

Zack grinned. “Good. I keep my hands on your knees as I lean forward and brush my tongue over the head of your cock. It’s a light touch, not even close to satisfying. I’m obviously teasing you, and watching you bite your lip to keep yourself from begging for more makes me hot.”

John made a strangled noise. “Fuck, yes.”

Zack had to take a steadying breath as he was hit by a bolt of arousal so strong it made his bones ache. He spent all day listening to men masturbate, but he’d never heard a man make sounds like the ones John was making. John wasn’t just getting off. It was obvious how into this he was.

“You watch me as I take the head of your cock into my mouth and start to suck,” Zack said, slipping back into the scene. “I tongue the slit and the ridge right before the shaft. I hollow my cheeks as I take in more of you. You taste wonderful, John.”

John groaned but didn’t speak.

“I sink down on your dick, taking as much of you as I can and rolling my tongue against you. Your groin smells like musk and sex, and I want to bury my face in it. The salty taste of your skin makes me dizzy with need. I close my eyes and drink it in before looking up at you. My lips are wrapped around your cock, bruised red and wet. I can only imagine what I must look like as you watch me bob between your legs.”

“Wesley, God, please say I can touch myself,” John begged raggedly. “I’m going to explode.”

“Yes, John, touch yourself.” Zack had to fist his hand in his shirt to keep it away from his own groin. “Wrap your fingers around yourself and then stroke fast and hard. Picture my mouth on you, swallowing you down. Imagine burying your hands in my hair and holding my head as you fuck my mouth.”

John let out a stream of curses, and Zack continued. “I slide my hand into your underwear and cup your balls. I roll them around in my palm and then gently tug on them. God, they’re taut, and the feel of them makes my mouth water even more.” Zack hesitated before deciding to try a risky move. He got the feeling John was a top, but nothing ventured. “I let my middle finger drift back, inching into the moist heat between your cheeks.”