“Jesus you smell so good, boy,” Phoenix said, his voice partially muffled by the material of his jock. “Like sex and man.” Trick looked down and Phoenix had his tongue out, licking over the wet spot that formed at his slit, as he gazed up into Trick’s eyes. Phoenix’s eyes were glazed over with lust and it was all he could do not to come. He bucked into Phoenix’s mouth and Phoenix smiled, probably knowing the effect he was having on Trick. He watched as Phoenix hooked his index fingers in the jock, pulling it over his protruding cock and down past his thighs. As he kneeled up, drawing the jockstrap down, he stared down at his dick, his eyes focused on the one place that Trick wanted his mouth. He pulled the sweats and the jock strap off over his feet and threw them on the floor. Then running his hands up over the T-shirt that he wore, he pulled it over Trick’s head.
Trick rushed to do as his master asked, grabbing his knees. Phoenix’s gaze zeroed in on Trick’s ass as he
yanked his own muscle tee over his head, adding it to the pile of Trick’s clothes on the floor.
