Roy felt a hand slip down the top of his pajama pants and firmly grip his hard cock. He let out a moan as Christopher squeezed him.
"I knew I was right about you," the boy said, then leaned in again and started kissing him before he could protest.
Roy's brain wanted to protests the fact that he was not gay, but his body was telling a different story. His body hadn't been that turned on in years...if ever. Christopher's hand and mouth were electric, like some kind of magical touch.
He reached out and blindly felt for Christopher's cock, which was now sticking out the front of his gaping boxers. As Roy's hand closed around it, he was shocked by the size. He had been jerking himself off for years. This thing didn't even compare to his own cock. It was a little embarrassing.
He slowly started sliding his hand up and down the giant shaft, and Roy felt a slight grunt of approval inside his mouth.
Just when he thought he was about to blow his own load in his pants, Christopher pulled his hand away and broke the kiss off. He leaned back and smiled at Roy approvingly. Roy was still slowly stroking the boy's massive cock.
"We should take this to my room," he said, then delivered a soft, quick kiss. "Let me show you how I treat a man."
The battle between his mind and bosy continued. Roy wanted to protest. He wanted to argue that he wasn't gay and not into men. But his hand was still stroking Christopher's cock and his own cock longed to be touched again.
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