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Chapter 12

Greg’s eyes slip shut as Trey kneads his dick through his briefs.The golfer has a tender touch,almost reverent—he cups Greg’s balls,massaging them inhis palm,while his other hand traces the outline of Greg’s hard shaft.After a minute or two,when Greg’s dick strains the thin white material which has begun to dampen at the first beads of pre-cum,Trey eases his hands into the briefs,pushing them down below Greg’s balls.Now his hands encircle Greg’s length,the rasp of skin on skin loud between them,muffled only by Greg’s desirous moans.Pleasure shivers through him,cycling up fromhis groin to kindle in his lower belly.He feels safe here,with Trey’s arms hemming him in,Trey’s shoulder a firm pillow on which he rests his head.“Yes,”he sighs.Finally,yes.

With a gentle kiss on Greg’s cheek,Trey stands.

“What…?”Greg asks the moment his touch disappears.