Lee could sense some trepidation in Kavinsky, and he had a moment of realization, seeing that the willingness to let Lee do anything he wanted with him was more of a defense mechanism than anything else. It made Lee a bit uncomfortable, which was probably a good thing, causing him to retreat just a little, to lock himself down.
Looking away from Kavinsky's face, he reached out and wrapped his hand around the girth of Kavinsky's cock, manipulating his foreskin as he stroked, using nature's genius to his advantage. His mother was first generation French-American, and his father only two years removed from his Irish heritage, so his cock was intact as well, meaning he gave no pause at all when encountering Kavinsky's.
He focused on stroking Kavinsky for a few long seconds, watching the way his dick reacted to the attention, the dampness at the tip, the flushed and flared head. It wasn't until Kavinsky started making sounds of light frustration that Lee moved to settle on his knees, pushing Kavinsky's foreskin back so he could run his tongue over the end of Kavinsky's cock, moaning softly at the taste of his skin.
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Looking away from Kavinsky's face, he reached out and wrapped his hand around the girth of Kavinsky's cock, manipulating his foreskin as he stroked, using nature's genius to his advantage. His mother was first generation French-American, and his father only two years removed from his Irish heritage, so his cock was intact as well, meaning he gave no pause at all when encountering Kavinsky's.
He focused on stroking Kavinsky for a few long seconds, watching the way his dick reacted to the attention, the dampness at the tip, the flushed and flared head. It wasn't until Kavinsky started making sounds of light frustration that Lee moved to settle on his knees, pushing Kavinsky's foreskin back so he could run his tongue over the end of Kavinsky's cock, moaning softly at the taste of his skin.