“Trust me,” he said.
I relaxed and looked down at Darren’s face as he took my toes in his mouth, sucking each one, then kissing my feet. My dick felt like it was going to tear a hole in my boxers.
He kissed his way up my legs as he unbuckled his belt and slid out of his jeans. I reached up and helped him peel off his black t-shirt.
Damn. Such an amazing chest, covered in hair. Darren was a big mountain of a man.
I could feel his hands all over me.
“Daaaaaamn, Ben,” he moaned. “You have the sexiest gut in the world, I swear.” He buried his face in my belly, kissing his way up to my meaty tits.
As he did, his big fingers locked into the elastic of my boxers, and in one yank, he had them around my ankles.
“Such a fat, fat cock,” he whispered in my ear. “Such a sexy, sexy fatboy.”
I grabbed his boxers and started to pull, and Darren’s long, fat shaft came tumbling out, leaking pre-cum. I reached for his angry, red cockhead and rubbed my finger along the head, then tasted his leaky juice.
“Lay back, Ben. Remember, you’re not in the driver’s seat,” Darren smirked.
As I did, Darren’s face disappeared between my legs. I thought he was headed for my cock, but instead, his tongue started to explore my ass.
“Wha—what the h—” I stammered.
Darren ignored me and kept exploring my hole with his tongue…and it felt fucking amazing. Feeling his hands all over my cock and my nuts as he tasted me, licked me, and got me wet, over and over again, was mind-blowing.