Clayton's balls drew tight. His ass sang and his nipples were so tight against Devon's smooth chest they stung. He let the memory fade.
He hadn't seen Devon in over a year, at least not in person. And definitely not the way he was seeing him now. Heat crept up the back of Clayton's neck and shot like lightning to his groin. The blue glow of the television flickered and flashed in the darkness of his living room. He reached into his boxer briefs to wrap his hand around his cock. The rigid member pulsed in his hand, hot to the touch. The moaning and tangle of naked bodies onscreen flooded him with desire so thick he could taste it.
"You want this big cock?" Devon said.
The man spread-eagled beneath him answered with a cocky grin. "Fuck yeah, baby. Give it to me."
Devon teased the other man's ass with the broad tip of his dick, then shoved his knees to his chest. Instead of burying himself deep, he bent and licked the man's balls before inching down to eat his ass.
Clayton's butt cheeks clenched tight. Damn! He could remember that tongue. Devon had always been hungry. Too eager to tease. And one hell of a lover. It shouldn't have been a surprise he'd gone into porn. He was a natural. Fucking was a true talent that Devon possessed in spades.
And Clayton had reached a level of frustration no man should ever endure. Working at the ranch, seeing Garrett every day had him wound tight enough to snap. At first, his on-again, off-again relationship with Devon had been enough of a distraction. But that ship had sailed. Except for the occasional DVD rendezvous.
Garrett Carter was all too real, and more delicious than a man had a right to be, like a piece of candy he just had to taste. Garrett ran Fantasy Ranch with an ordered but easy manner, always ready with a smile, but no-nonsense to the bone and not a hair out of place. Clayton would love to make him drop that anal-retentive facade and fly apart in his arms. There wasn't a thing about Garrett that didn't send his temperature up a notch.
He stroked himself, quickening the rhythm and tightening his grip as tension curled deep in his gut. He needed to come. He needed more than a self-inflicted handjob, but tonight he'd take what he could get.
Tomorrow, he'd report for his week-long shift at the ranch and grow big enough balls to let Garrett know how much he needed him. Tomorrow, he'd put his job on the line for the one man he had to have.
Tonight watching his ex fuck for a buck was better than nothing.
The big man beneath Devon squirmed and squealed as Devon's long tongue lapped at his ass and Devon's fist stroked his monstrous purple cock. Clayton glanced down at his own huge erection. Devon always did like them big.