Clay's simple invitation makes Weps inhale sharply. He releases Clay's cock and begins to slip his jeans down his legs, keeping his eyes locked on Clay's face, needing to know if he's reading him right.

Weps' breathing is faster now and his lips dry. He licks them and with a sigh, pulls Clay's jeans down over his hips and off his feet. He looks down at Clays' golden body, remembering other times.

"You're so special," he whispers, then kneels back and begins to unfasten his own pants.