He pressed his lips to mine and his tongue eased into my mouth again. We stood there making out while his fingers eased my shirt up my chest and over my head, then he pushed my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of my flip-flops, kicking my clothes to the side.
He wrapped his arms around my naked waist, pulling me deeper into the kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his meaty shoulders. Our hot rock-hard c***s were kissing each other underneath us too.
“Relax,” he said. “Let Big Faiz take care of you tonight.”
He sat next to me on the bed and kissed me more while slowly rubbing my naked thighs.
"You and FJ suck each other off?"
“Not each other. I was always the one sucking, not him. He said that was 'gay'.”
He snorted. "Damn shame. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
