hard pressed

Hard pressed against the wall, legs spread and bulge touching the cool concrete, his breath held strong against the back of his neck.

He whispered with a hot breathy growl, commanding him to spread his legs wider, then his hand reached around, grappled with his belt and fly and his hand sunk down into the sticky jox. He felt the fat slugged cock immediately, responding to his fingers and warm strokes, clumsy at first but then after sizing up the girth and placing his hand in the exact right area, just towards the tip, he then dug his mouth over his, pushed his firm tongue into his mouth, let out a small grunt, a lengthened groan, that caused them both to moan, tongues lashing, twisting. Then he began to move his hand, twisting his wrist, kneading the wetness out of the head, his hand beginning to squelch and click as it got wetter and harder and soon he had him gasping...