Brad laughed as he shut and locked the door. When he turned around again, Tom pulled out a small radio and set it on a nearby endtable. The sound was tinny and poor, but surpisingly loud. It couldn't produce the bass that would have been appropriate for Tom's expert gyrantions as he worked his shirt off of his shoulders.
Brad leaned against the door and smiled broadly. His erection was readily apparent to Tom who was also quickly becoming aroused. He was very happy with his client. Brad was happy, too... whoever had chosen Tom knew his tastes well.
"Who ordered this?" yelled Brad over the screeching of the radio.
"The Trusy Package Delivery Service keeps that information strictly confidential." Tom whipped his belt off with a flourish and his tight shorts popped open freely, exposing a massive bulge. He continued to twist and bend as he maneuvered over and around the furniture. Brad followed slowly behind. Tom was a big guy, but he moved with uncommon grace. His thick arms glided sensuously around his solid torso, which was twice as thick as Brad's but still almost solid muscle.
He stepped out of his shoes and let his shorts hit the floor, at which point he stepped out of them and proudly displayed his physique, clad only in socks and very tight black boxers. His massive cock was bursting the seams. It was actually very uncomfortable for Tom, but he kept a winning smile on his face.
Brad was drooling. Unconsciously, he had taken off his top shirt and started rubbing his body with one hand as he groped his cock with the other.
Tom smiled and slowed his dancing. "Heh... who's giving whom the show here?" He approached Brad and soon his hands were lifting the panting jock's undershirt over his head. Brad lifted his arms and Tom lowered his head and tasted the hot, aroused nipples. He was feeling bold with this one.
He just held Brad's arms up, keeping Brad blind with the collar of the shirt stuck around his eyes, and he attacked both sides of the boy's chest with his tongue, then started tasting the boy's neck. Brad could take it no longer, and he finished yanking the shirt off. Their mouths crushed together immediately and Tom pushed Brad down into the sofa where they embraced. With a free hand, Brad swung blindly at the crappy little stereo, but only knocked it onto the floor without turning it off.
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