"Umm..." murmured a satisfied Philip. The beer flowed deep down his throat, but Frank's tongue stayed in his mouth filling it with its mass. So erotic….
The empty can fell lightly on the unfolded sleeping bag. Now both of Frank's hands were embracing Philip's face....
It's always the same, thought Philip feeling the electrifying warmth spread over his body. I always soften under his touch everywhere, just not there, in this place between my legs. Because that's where I get hard.
He reached out and unzipped Frank's zipper. The difference in levels was too great, however, and Frank knelt down. Yes, it was more comfortable now. Now he easily reached for his penis. He fondled it for a moment and then Frank pushed him slightly and Philip sank onto his back… and Frank sank between his legs. Their lips parted for a moment.
"Does it excite you, too, that a gay drama is taking place in our neighborhood?" there was a provocative sneer in Frank's voice.
