Tim's Stiffy Spark Ignites Gay Passion
Darren's hands, slick with lotion, glide down Tim's back, his thumbs pressing into the tight muscles, coaxing a low moan from Tim's lips. Darren takes his time, his touch firm yet gentle, exploring every inch of Tim's torso. Tim's body responds eagerly, his breath coming in short pants, his cock straining against his jeans. Darren grins, loving the effect he's having on his friend. He leans in, his voice a low rumble in Tim's ear, "You like that, don't you, Tim? You like it when I touch you like this." Tim can only nod, his words lost in the haze of desire. Darren's hands move to Tim's belt, fingers deftly popping open the buckle. Tim's breath hitches again, his heart pounding in his chest as Darren slowly pulls down his zipper, revealing the tent in his boxers. Darren looks up at Tim, his eyes filled with lust, "Let's see what we've got here, shall we?"