Weps grins back. "Depends on which angle you're looking from I suppose," he murmurs, pulling off his jeans. He runs his hand up clay's thighs, stroking them - spreading them - and then just touches his tongue to the head of Clay's cock - tasting the wetness there. Kneeling back, he licks his lips again. "But from where I'm sitting, I'd say it was a good thing... very good."
Reaching into his rucksack, Weps finds the oil he uses to cook the fish and smears some on his fingers and cock.
"Extra-virgin, no less, " he murmurs with a smile, trailing his hand over Clay's cock and balls, seeking and finding his hole with warm sure fingers.
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Date: 2004-07-01 07:23 pm (UTC)Reaching into his rucksack, Weps finds the oil he uses to cook the fish and smears some on his fingers and cock.
"Extra-virgin, no less, " he murmurs with a smile, trailing his hand over Clay's cock and balls, seeking and finding his hole with warm sure fingers.