Erik's hands, slick with lotion, glide over Joey's skin, his touch firm yet tender. Joey's body responds, his muscles relaxing, his cock tenting the fabric of his shorts. Erik's fingers trail along Joey's inner thigh, making him shiver. Erik's gaze is fixed on Joey's crotch, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Joey's cock throbs, aching for attention. Erik leans in, his breath hot on Joey's ear, "You want me to suck you, Joey?" Joey nods, his voice barely audible, "Yes, Erik. Please."