Joey Mills’ surf vacation isn’t over yet. He wants to feel Mister Deep Voice in his ass one more time before he flies away. As Mr. Deep Voice finished up his intense coupling with his boyfriend, he reluctantly pulled out, both of them panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. He made his way towards the shower, desperate to wash away the evidence of their passionate tryst, but his path was abruptly blocked by a familiar figure. Joey Mills stood before him, lustful desire etched into every line of his lithe body.
His eyes were locked onto Mr. Deep Voice’s crotch, where the outline of Dean’s recent visit was still visible through his pants. Joey bit his lower lip seductively, a move that never failed to make Mr. Deep weak at the knees. “My turn,” he purred huskily, running a finger down the length of his chiseled abs before stopping just short of where it mattered most.
Mr. Deep Voice groaned inwardly – how could he ever say no to those deep blue eyes? He knew that once Joey set his sights on something (or someone), nothing would stand in his way. Relenting with an exaggerated sigh that masked his eagerness, he leaned in for a searing kiss that left them both gasping for air when they finally broke apart minutes later. Joey’s hands were already fumbling with the buttons on Mr. Deep’s pants, revealing Dean’s handiwork from earlier.
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