The teen pulled his head away, Ray engorged and glistening on his high-end trousers. While Brice's mouth worked against pushed Ray's cock up to suck on the underside, the boy pulled his linen pants down and then away to his knees. His cock was hard and curved, brushing against his lower belly. Being the eternal optimist, Brice had shaved, his body smooth all over.

"You're so big, Ray," Brice murmured against his skin, fingers up and pulling the latch that kept the man's trousers around his waist. "I'm doing good, Ray?" The teen wrapped his hand around the fixer's base and began to bob, hand moving in conjunction, sucking and jacking, watching the man's face.