Dawn broke to an explosion of bird songs, the cacophony starting Booker awake with a disgruntled groan. Unimpressed by the early morning alarm clock, he angrily pulled his pillow over his head and attempted to drown out the noise. However, the humorous fact that the sound easily penetrated through the downy feathers brought a good-natured smile to his lips, and with a resigned sigh, he threw the pillow onto the floor and sat up.
From across the room, Tom yawned loudly, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. “Fucking birds.”
The statement amused Booker and running his fingers through his sleep-tousled hair, he grinned back. “No shit.”
With a soft groan, Tom pushed himself to a sitting position and unconsciously mirroring Booker, he raked a hand through his hair. The action left soft tufts of hair sticking out from his head in every direction, creating the illusion of childlike innocence and Booker had to swallow down the moan of arousal that rose from deep within his chest. Tom looked so damn adorable, and he felt an almost uncontrollable desire to run his fingers through the unruly locks. His cock instantly hardened and worried that his sexual awakening could reach a point of no return, he quickly pushed the wishful thought from his mind. “So, whaddya think their gonna make us do today?” he asked in …show more content…
His tongue traced a salacious trail over his full lips, his eyes lingering over Hanson’s cock nestled in a thatch of dark pubic hair. He longed to take the smooth, plum-shaped head into his mouth and taste its sweetness and a low moan of excitement exhaled from between his Unashamed, his eyes moved downwards. Tom’s testicles swung freely between his open legs, the sight drawing in Booker’s gaze and he marveled at their perfection. Rendered mute and immobile by the erotic vision, he continued to stare with greedy, licentious
From across the room, Tom yawned loudly, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. “Fucking birds.”
The statement amused Booker and running his fingers through his sleep-tousled hair, he grinned back. “No shit.”
With a soft groan, Tom pushed himself to a sitting position and unconsciously mirroring Booker, he raked a hand through his hair. The action left soft tufts of hair sticking out from his head in every direction, creating the illusion of childlike innocence and Booker had to swallow down the moan of arousal that rose from deep within his chest. Tom looked so damn adorable, and he felt an almost uncontrollable desire to run his fingers through the unruly locks. His cock instantly hardened and worried that his sexual awakening could reach a point of no return, he quickly pushed the wishful thought from his mind. “So, whaddya think their gonna make us do today?” he asked in …show more content…
His tongue traced a salacious trail over his full lips, his eyes lingering over Hanson’s cock nestled in a thatch of dark pubic hair. He longed to take the smooth, plum-shaped head into his mouth and taste its sweetness and a low moan of excitement exhaled from between his Unashamed, his eyes moved downwards. Tom’s testicles swung freely between his open legs, the sight drawing in Booker’s gaze and he marveled at their perfection. Rendered mute and immobile by the erotic vision, he continued to stare with greedy, licentious