Kevin's heart hammered in his chest as he pushed open the heavy door to Room 207, the metallic creak echoing down the dimly lit hallway. The air inside was thick with the mingled scents of fresh laundry detergent and something earthier, like sweat and cologne, assaulting his senses as he stepped into the cramped space. Posters of rock bands and abstract art plastered the walls, casting jagged shadows under the flickering fluorescent light, while a fan whirred lazily in the corner, stirring the warm air that clung to his skin like a humid embrace. He dropped his suitcase with a thud, his tall, slim frame trembling slightly under the weight of his anxiety—his unreal fat cock, tucked away in his jeans, felt like a secret burden, pulsing faintly with the unease of being in a stranger's territory.

Across the room, a toned figure lounged on the lower bunk, bare-chested and oblivious to Kevin's arrival. Randy, with his muscled arms folded behind his head, glanced up with a lazy grin that revealed a row of straight teeth. At 22, he exuded an effortless confidence, his broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, and Kevin couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge straining against the fabric of his shorts—a fat 7-inch cock that seemed to pulse with its own rhythm, as if eager to break free. "Hey, you must be Kevin," Randy said, his voice a deep, inviting rumble that sent a shiver down Kevin's spine. He swung his legs off the bed and stood, closing the distance between them with a few strides, his bare feet padding softly on the linoleum floor. The proximity made Kevin's face flush, his shy nature warring with a sudden, unwelcome stir of curiosity; he could smell the faint musk of Randy's skin, a heady mix that made his own hidden length twitch involuntarily.

Randy's eyes roved over Kevin appraisingly, lingering just a moment too long on the subtle outline beneath his jeans, and Kevin felt a rush of heat pool in his groin, his massive knob and low-hanging balls growing uncomfortably full. "Looks like we're roommates now, man. Don't worry, I don't bite—unless you're into that," Randy added with a wink, his uninhibited nature on full display as he clapped a hand on Kevin's shoulder, the firm touch sending electric sparks through his body. Kevin stammered a hello, his voice barely above a whisper, but beneath his shyness, a flicker of forbidden intrigue began to build, the air between them charged with an unspoken tension that hinted at the intimate chaos to come.

As Randy leaned in closer, his breath warm against Kevin's ear, the room suddenly felt smaller, the boundaries of their shared space blurring in ways that promised to unravel Kevin's carefully guarded world. Kevin pulled back slightly, his pulse racing, and cleared his throat to break the spell, mumbling something about getting settled. He turned away, focusing on the closet in the corner, its door slightly ajar and filled with Randy's haphazard mix of clothes—faded t-shirts and gym shorts that carried a faint, intoxicating scent of musk and fabric softener. With trembling hands, Kevin began ranging his own things into the narrow space, carefully folding his shirts and stacking his jeans, trying to ignore the way his unreal fat cock shifted uncomfortably in his boxers, still half-aroused from Randy's proximity.

As he worked, a growing pressure built in his bladder, an insistent ache that made him shift from foot to foot, his low-hanging balls feeling heavy and sensitive against the seam of his jeans. He hesitated for a moment, his face already warming at the thought of asking, but the urgency won out. "Uh, where's the bathroom?" Kevin asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes darting to the floor to avoid Randy's gaze. Randy chuckled, that deep, rumbling laugh that seemed to vibrate through the air, and leaned against the bed frame, his toned chest glistening faintly with a sheen of sweat from the humid room. "It's quite far, down the hall and around the corner—real pain in the ass," he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he added, laughing, "Mostly, I just piss in the sink. Quicker that way, you know?" The words hit Kevin like a shockwave, his head turning bright red as he imagined the act—Randy, so uninhibited, pulling out his fat 7-inch cock and letting loose right there in the room, the sound of it splashing against porcelain echoing in his mind. Kevin's own massive length twitched at the taboo thought, a forbidden thrill mixing with his mortification, his shy nature clashing violently with a surge of curiosity that made his groin tighten uncomfortably.

The air between them thickened with an electric tension, Randy's casual revelation hanging like a challenge, his bulge seeming to strain even more against his shorts as if daring Kevin to respond. Kevin stood frozen, his heart pounding, the warmth of embarrassment spreading down his neck and pooling in his chest, yet beneath it all, a spark of intrigue flickered—wondering what it would be like to shed his inhibitions, even just a little, in this shared space where every breath and movement felt charged with potential. Randy stepped closer again, his hand brushing Kevin's arm lightly, the touch electric and lingering, as if testing the waters of their budding chemistry.

Kevin's skin tingled under Randy's gentle brush, the warmth of his fingertips igniting a fire that raced up his arm and settled deep in his core, making his unreal fat cock throb insistently against the confines of his jeans. He swallowed hard, his breath catching as he glanced at Randy's smirking face, the proximity overwhelming his senses—the musky scent of sweat and desire clinging to the air between them like a promise. "I could never do that," Kevin whispered, his voice a fragile thread of sound, his cheeks flaming as he averted his eyes, the thought of exposing himself in such a raw, uninhibited way sending a shiver through his tall, slim frame; his low-hanging balls ached with the weight of his building arousal, a secret storm brewing beneath his clothes.

Randy's grin widened, his deep voice rolling out like velvet as he leaned in just a fraction closer, his toned chest rising and falling with a low chuckle that vibrated through the humid room. "You can do almost everything when the need is big enough," he replied, his words laced with a teasing edge that made Kevin's heart skip, the implication hanging heavy in the air like the promise of forbidden fruit. With a casual flex of his muscled arm, Randy reached for a big bottle of cold water on the nightstand, the condensation slick on its surface as he offered it to Kevin, his fingers lingering on the cool glass. "Have a drink to cool down and get used to your new roommate," he said, his eyes locking onto Kevin's with that same mischievous glint, the bulge in his shorts seeming to strain even more, as if echoing the unspoken challenge. Kevin hesitated, his hand trembling as he took the bottle, the chill seeping into his palm a stark contrast to the heat pooling in his groin; as he twisted off the cap, a drop of water trickled down his fingers, mirroring the way his own arousal threatened to escape, the simple act amplifying the electric tension between them.

The cold water hit Kevin's throat like a shock, but it did little to quench the fire Randy had sparked inside him; each swallow made his massive knob pulse with renewed awareness, the fabric of his jeans suddenly feeling too tight, too revealing, as if Randy could see right through it. Randy watched him intently, his uninhibited gaze tracing the line of Kevin's neck as he drank, the room's dim light casting shadows that danced across his bare chest, highlighting the defined curves of his muscles and the faint trail of hair leading down to his waistband. There was an emotional pull in that look, a curiosity that mirrored Kevin's own hidden desires, pulling at the edges of his shyness and making him wonder, just for a moment, what it might feel like to let go—to match Randy's boldness with his own untapped hunger, the shared space now pulsing with a chemistry that felt inevitable, like the first rumble of thunder before a storm.

The emotional pull in that look, a curiosity that mirrored Kevin's own hidden desires, pulled at the edges of his shyness and made him wonder, just for a moment, what it might feel like to let go—to match Randy's boldness with his own untapped hunger, the shared space now pulsing with a chemistry that felt inevitable, like the first rumble of thunder before a storm. Unable to hold Randy's gaze any longer, Kevin lifted the cold water bottle to his lips once more, the chill of the glass a fleeting distraction from the heat building inside him. He took another sip, then another, the liquid sliding down his throat in cool, refreshing waves that only seemed to heighten his awareness of his body's demands; his stomach filled, and with it, the insistent pressure in his bladder grew sharper, a throbbing urgency that made his low-hanging balls ache and his unreal fat cock shift restlessly in the confines of his jeans, the fabric rubbing against his sensitive skin like a torturous tease.

As the bottle emptied with a final, echoing glug, Kevin's hand trembled, the last drops trickling down his fingers and cooling his palm, but doing nothing to ease the overwhelming need building within him. He stood there, frozen in indecision, his face flushing deeper as the ache spread through his groin, his massive knob pulsing with a mix of arousal and desperation that he couldn't ignore. The room felt even smaller now, the humid air thick with Randy's musky scent and the faint whir of the fan, every second stretching his shyness to its limits—should he bolt for the distant bathroom, or endure the humiliation of asking? Randy, ever perceptive, straightened up from the bed frame, his eyes narrowing with a knowing smile as he watched Kevin's subtle squirm, the bulge in his own shorts twitching in response. "Just go to the sink, man," Randy said calmly, his voice a low, soothing rumble that cut through the tension, his hand gesturing toward the small basin in the corner with an air of casual invitation, as if urging Kevin to cross that invisible line into shared vulnerability.

The words hung in the air like an electric charge, and Kevin's heart raced, his breath coming in shallow bursts as he glanced at the sink—its porcelain surface gleaming under the flickering light, evoking the raw image Randy had painted earlier. A wave of mortification washed over him, yet beneath it simmered a forbidden thrill, his cock throbbing harder at the thought of exposing himself, of letting go in front of this confident stranger whose very presence made his body betray him. Randy stepped closer, his bare chest inches away, the warmth of his skin radiating like an invitation, his fat 7-inch cock straining visibly against his shorts as if in solidarity. "It's okay to let it out," Randy murmured, his tone laced with gentle encouragement, his fingers brushing Kevin's arm again, the touch igniting a spark that traveled straight to his core, pulling at the threads of his inhibitions and making the decision feel less like surrender and more like the start of something electric, a storm finally breaking loose in the intimacy of their shared space.

With Randy's words still echoing in his ears, "It's okay to let it out," Kevin's resolve crumbled under the mounting pressure, his body betraying him with an urgency that brooked no delay. His heart thundered in his chest as he took a shaky step toward the sink, the cool porcelain basin gleaming like a reluctant sanctuary in the dimly lit room. His fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, the metal clasp slipping free with a soft pop that seemed deafening in the heavy silence, followed by the rasp of the zipper pulling down. Cool air rushed over his exposed skin as he yanked the waistband down just enough, his enormous cock springing free—its unreal length and girth, nearly 13 inches of thick, veined flesh topped with a massive knob, swinging heavily into view, his low-hanging balls swaying like ripe fruit in their sack. The sight of it, so vulnerably on display, sent a flush of mortification through him, his face burning as if branded, yet the relief of liberation was immediate, a primal need overriding his deep-seated shyness.

The first hot spurt hit the sink with a forceful hiss, his piss shyness shattering like glass under the sheer volume of his release, a golden torrent pouring from his engorged tip in an unstoppable flood. It splashed against the porcelain, the sound a rhythmic cascade that filled the air with a steamy, acrid scent, mixing with the room's humid warmth to create an intoxicating haze. Kevin gripped the edge of the sink, his knuckles whitening, as waves of relief coursed through him, each pulse of his stream sending shivers up his spine—the hot liquid surging out in thick ropes, his massive cock jerking with the force, the drain struggling to keep up as the basin quickly overflowed, warm piss pooling at the bottom and trickling over the sides in rivulets that splashed onto the floor. Beneath the embarrassment, a forbidden thrill electrified him, his body humming with the raw exposure, the vulnerability of the moment heightening his arousal; he could feel Randy's gaze on him, a tangible heat that made his shaft throb even as it emptied, the emotional weight of this shared intimacy pulling at the edges of his guarded heart.

Randy's breath hitched audibly, his eyes widening with unfiltered appreciation as he stepped closer, the bulge in his shorts straining further, his fat 7-inch cock twitching as if in empathetic response. "There you go, man—just like that," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that wrapped around Kevin like a caress, his hand hovering near but not touching, the air between them charged with a magnetic pull. The shared vulnerability forged a deeper connection, Kevin's initial shame melting into a tentative curiosity, the storm of their chemistry building as Randy's uninhibited energy beckoned him further into uncharted territory, promising that this was only the beginning of their tangled desires.

Randy's words lingered in the air, a seductive promise that wrapped around Kevin like a vine, pulling him deeper into the uncharted depths of his own desires, even as shock rippled through him at what happened next. Without warning, Randy dropped to his knees with a fluid grace, his eyes locked on Kevin's still-pulsing stream, the golden arc splashing into the sink. Kevin's breath caught in his throat as Randy leaned in, his mouth opening wide, tongue extending far and flat like an offering, plunging directly into the hot, forceful jet. The contact was electric, Randy's tongue slicing through the warm spray, tasting the salty, acrid essence with an uninhibited hunger that made Kevin's heart hammer wildly in his chest—he couldn't stop, the release too powerful, too overwhelming, as if his body had taken control completely.

The sensation was a whirlwind of disgust and raw excitement, the smell of his own piss hitting Kevin's nostrils in a sharp, heady rush, like an intoxicating vapor that made his head spin, though he had no name for it yet. It burned in his sinuses, a pungent, earthy tang that mingled with the humid room's musk, amplifying every nerve in his body; his enormous cock throbbed harder, the thick vein along its underside pulsing as the stream continued to pour out, splashing against Randy's tongue and lips, droplets cascading down his chin and onto his bare chest. Kevin's face flushed with a mix of mortification and forbidden thrill, his low-hanging balls drawing up slightly in response, the vulnerability of the moment stripping away layers of his shyness to reveal a core of untamed curiosity. Randy's eyes met his, dark and gleaming with approval, his own fat 7-inch cock now visibly leaking a wet spot through his shorts, the shared act forging an intimate bond that pulsed with electric chemistry.

As Kevin's stream finally began to taper, the last few spurts dribbling over Randy's waiting tongue, a wave of emotional turbulence crashed through him—disgust at the taboo nature of it all warred with an exhilarating rush, his massive knob still twitching with aftershocks of release. Randy swallowed audibly, a low groan escaping his lips as he rose slowly, his hand wiping his mouth with a deliberate slowness, his gaze never leaving Kevin's. The air between them crackled, thick with the scent of their shared secret, Randy's uninhibited energy pulling Kevin further from his shell, hinting at the storm of desires yet to unfold in their cramped, sweat-soaked sanctuary.

Kevin stood frozen at the sink, his mind a whirlwind of shock and disbelief, the acrid tang of his own release still lingering in the air like a forbidden perfume. His breath came in shallow gasps, his tall, slim body trembling as the unexpected intimacy with Randy sent aftershocks rippling through him; yet, despite the chaos in his thoughts, his cock defied his control, swelling rapidly with a life of its own. It thickened and lengthened before his eyes, the massive shaft expanding to its full, incredible 14 inches of girthy perfection, veins bulging along the surface like rivers of fire, the enormous knob flushing a deep crimson as it pulsed with renewed arousal. The weight of it hung heavy, swaying slightly in the humid room, his low-hanging balls drawing up tight in their sack, aching with a mix of residual relief and burgeoning desire that made his knees weaken—every inch of him hyper-aware of Randy's intense gaze, which pierced through the dim light like a predator sizing up its prey.

Randy's eyes widened with raw hunger, fixed on the spectacle of Kevin's engorged cock, his lips parting as if in reverence, a bead of saliva glistening at the corner of his mouth. He dropped to his knees once more, his toned muscles flexing under his skin, the bulge in his shorts now a straining monument to his own excitement, his fat 7-inch cock leaking a damp patch that spread with each throb. "There is more to swallow for me, let me have it, please," Randy murmured, his voice a husky plea laced with unbridled need, his hands reaching out to gently cradle Kevin's thighs, fingers digging in just enough to send electric sparks up the younger man's spine. The touch was intoxicating, a blend of firmness and tenderness that pulled at Kevin's shyness, unraveling it thread by thread, as Randy's breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of his shaft, the heat of it making Kevin's hips involuntarily buck forward.

In that charged moment, Kevin's inhibitions frayed further, a surge of emotional vulnerability crashing over him like a wave, mingling with the raw physical pull of Randy's desire. He felt the warmth of Randy's palms sliding higher, thumbs brushing the base of his throbbing cock, igniting a fire that spread through his core; the air thickened with their shared scents—musk and sweat and something deeper, more primal—as Randy leaned in, his tongue flicking out to trace the underside of Kevin's length, savoring the lingering traces with a groan that vibrated against the flesh. Kevin's heart raced, a cocktail of embarrassment and exhilaration flooding his veins, his massive knob weeping a bead of precum that Randy eagerly lapped up, the intimate act forging a deeper connection, a storm of unspoken cravings that promised to sweep them both into uncharted territory.

Randy's mouth enveloped Kevin's massive knob with an insatiable hunger, stretching wide to accommodate the engorged girth, his lips sliding over the slick, heated flesh like a velvet glove claiming its prize. The taste of Kevin's precum burst across his tongue, a sweet, salty nectar that ignited a fire in his throat, making him groan in delight as he sucked with increasing force, his cheeks hollowing with each eager pull. Kevin's body shuddered under the onslaught, his slim frame trembling as Randy's tongue swirled and caressed every throbbing inch of the fat knob, tracing the sensitive ridges and veins with deliberate, teasing strokes that sent jolts of electricity straight to his core; the humid air grew thicker with their mingled scents—musk and sweat and the raw tang of arousal—while Kevin's breath escaped in ragged gasps, his hands instinctively gripping the edge of the sink for support, the emotional barrier of his shyness cracking further under the weight of this profound, intimate vulnerability.

As Randy's suction deepened, his hands slid up Kevin's thighs, fingers digging into the taut muscles to steady himself, the heat radiating from Kevin's groin enveloping them both in a cocoon of shared desire. Kevin felt the pressure building relentlessly, his full, low-hanging balls drawing up tight against his body, aching with the promise of release that he could no longer deny; every flick of Randy's tongue against the underside of his shaft coaxed forth more precum, the flavor driving Randy to suck harder, his own fat cock straining and leaking through his shorts in empathetic rhythm. A wave of exhilaration crashed through Kevin, mingling with the lingering embarrassment, his heart pounding as he surrendered to the storm—his entire lower abdomen clenched fiercely, then convulsed in a powerful surge, unleashing a massive gush of cum that flooded Randy's mouth in hot, creamy waves, followed by thick, successive shots of semen that spilled over his lips and down his chin, the taste an addictive blend of salt and sweetness that sealed their unspoken bond.

In the aftermath, Kevin's knees buckled slightly, his massive cock still pulsing with aftershocks as Randy pulled back slowly, swallowing with a satisfied moan that echoed through the room, his eyes locked on Kevin's with a mix of triumph and tenderness. The air between them hummed with the depth of their connection, a raw emotional current that transcended the physical, leaving Kevin breathless and exposed in the best possible way, as if this shared release had unlocked a door to desires he'd only dared to imagine.

Randy lingered for a moment, his lips still glistening with the remnants of Kevin's essence, the taste of that thick, creamy release lingering on his tongue like a forbidden elixir. He rose slowly from his knees, his toned body unfolding with a graceful power that made the room feel even smaller, his eyes never leaving Kevin's flushed face as he swallowed the last drops with a satisfied hum. The air was thick with the musky aftermath, a heady blend of sweat and semen that clung to their skin, and Randy stepped closer, his broad chest heaving with residual excitement, his fat 7-inch cock still straining against his shorts, a damp patch betraying his own unquenched desire. "Wanna have a taste of your cum? It's delicious," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur that brushed against Kevin's ear, his lips parting slightly as he leaned in, the warmth of his breath mingling with the lingering tang of arousal.

Kevin stood there, paralyzed by a whirlwind of sensations, his massive cock still twitching in the open air, slick and sensitive from the intensity of his release, as Randy's lips tenderly met his own in a gentle, exploratory touch. The kiss was soft at first, Randy's tongue slipping past Kevin's slightly open mouth with a deliberate ease, carrying the salty-sweet flavor of his own cum—a taste Kevin had never experienced before, yet it washed over him like a revelation, not unpleasant but intoxicating, a warm, viscous essence that sparked a fire deep in his core. Without thinking, Kevin kissed back, his lips moving tentatively against Randy's, the shared moisture igniting a rush of emotions—embarrassment melting into exhilaration, his shy nature cracking further as the intimacy deepened, his enormous knob pulsing anew with a mix of surprise and burgeoning hunger.

As their tongues danced, the kiss grew more fervent, Randy's hands sliding up to cradle Kevin's face, thumbs brushing along his jawline with a tenderness that amplified the raw physicality of the moment. Kevin felt the heat of Randy's body pressing closer, their chests touching, skin slick with sweat and the faint stickiness of release, his low-hanging balls drawing up slightly in response to the electric connection. The taste of his own essence on Randy's tongue unlocked something primal within him, a storm of desires he'd long suppressed, pulling him deeper into the shared vulnerability that bound them, their breaths intertwining in the humid air as the line between hesitation and surrender blurred completely.

Their lips slowly parted, and Randy whispered, “We're going to be good roommates,” grinning widely as his warm breath mingled with the humid air, the words wrapping around Kevin like a promise that eased the last remnants of his tension. Kevin's heart beat even quicker than before, a frantic rhythm that echoed in his ears, but surprisingly, it felt grounding, the direct contact of Randy's solid, muscled body against his own igniting a sense of comfort he'd never known—skin on skin, the faint stickiness of sweat and release binding them together, making Kevin's slim frame relax into the embrace, his massive, still-sensitive cock brushing against Randy's thigh in a tentative, electric touch that stirred fresh waves of arousal.

Randy took Kevin's hand with a gentle firmness, guiding it toward the front of his shorts, where the fabric strained against his engorged bulge; Kevin's fingers brushed the slightly wet, musky heat emanating from the material, the damp patch seeping through to coat his palm in a slick warmth that carried the raw, earthy scent of Randy's excitement, pulling a soft gasp from his lips as his shyness battled with an emerging curiosity. The sensation was intoxicating, the throbbing pulse beneath the cloth transmitting a shared urgency that made Kevin's own cock twitch in response, his low-hanging balls aching with a renewed heaviness.

Randy pulled down his shorts in a quick, fluid move, the fabric sliding off his toned hips to pool at his feet, leaving him standing naked and unashamed, his fat 7-inch cock jutting out in full, engorged glory, the shaft thick and veined, glistening with a sheen of precum that caught the dim light. A wave of manly musky odor hit Kevin's nostrils, a potent mix of sweat and arousal that filled his senses, making his head spin as Randy met his gaze with a reassuring smile and said, "I'll show you everything, but I would never force you—simply do what you feel like." With that, Randy wrapped his hand around his own shaft, beginning a slow, deliberate wanking motion, each stroke producing a slight squelching sound from the generous precum coating his skin, the wet, rhythmic noise underscoring the intimacy of the moment as Kevin watched, transfixed, a blend of awe and desire swelling in his chest, drawing him deeper into this uncharted territory of trust and mutual hunger.

Driven by that swelling tide of awe and desire, Kevin felt an invisible force pulling at him, his slim legs bending almost involuntarily as he sank to his knees before Randy, the cool tile floor pressing hard against his skin and grounding him in the moment. From this new vantage point, Randy's engorged cock dominated his vision—seven inches of thick, veined perfection standing proud and unyielding, its fat knob flushed a deep, inviting red, while below, the bloated sack hung heavy and full, swaying slightly with each of Randy's slow, deliberate strokes. Kevin's eyes traced every detail, the wide-open piss-slit oozing a steady stream of thick, clear precum that glistened like liquid pearls in the dim light, the sight both intimidating and mesmerizing, stirring a deep-seated curiosity that chipped away at his lingering shyness and made his own massive cock twitch back to life, growing heavy and stiff once more between his thighs.

The air between them thickened with Randy's raw, masculine scent—a potent blend of sweat, musk, and arousal that hit Kevin like a wave as he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with its heady warmth, the smell so primal and intoxicating that it sent a shiver down his spine and reignited the fire in his core. He watched, transfixed, as Randy's hand glided up and down his shaft with languid precision, each stroke coaxing more precum to bead and drip, the wet, slick sounds amplifying the intimacy of the scene. Kevin's heart raced with a mix of vulnerability and excitement, his low-hanging balls tightening in response, as he leaned closer, his mouth parting instinctively, drawn to the heat radiating from Randy's throbbing knob; his tongue flicked out tentatively, brushing against the spongy, feverishly hot surface, the salty-sweet taste of the precum exploding on his buds like a forbidden nectar, awakening a hunger he hadn't known he possessed and forging a deeper emotional bond in that shared, electric touch.

As the flavor lingered on his tongue, Kevin's inhibitions melted further, his hands reaching up to steady himself on Randy's muscular thighs, fingers digging into the firm flesh as he savored the moment, the act igniting a rush of sensations that blurred the lines between fear and fascination. Randy let out a low, encouraging groan, his free hand threading gently through Kevin's hair, the gesture tender and reassuring, amplifying the emotional undercurrent of trust and desire that pulsed between them, drawing them inexorably closer in this uncharted dance of exploration and mutual need.

Kevin's breath hitched as he leaned in further, his face inches from the throbbing heat of Randy's cock. The musky aroma enveloped him like a warm fog, its earthy tang mingling with the salt of fresh precum, pulling him deeper into the moment despite the nervous flutter in his chest. With a deliberate, almost reverent slowness, his lips parted, and he inched forward, his tongue darting out first to taste the slick, feverish skin of Randy's fat knob, the contact sending a jolt through his own body. Then, with an extreme slow move, Kevin enveloped the engorged crown in his mouth, the soft, spongy flesh yielding to his gentle suction as his saliva mixed with the constant flow of precum, creating a slippery, warm pool that he instinctively swallowed for the first time, the salty-sweet essence sliding down his throat and igniting a rush of unfamiliar yet thrilling sensations.

Slowly and slightly unsure, Kevin began to suck at Randy's dick, his movements tentative at first, like a novice explorer navigating uncharted waters, his lips sliding up and down the thick shaft with careful, exploratory pulls. The taste was overwhelming—rich and musky, with an undercurrent of Randy's raw masculinity that made Kevin's own massive cock twitch and harden once more, his low-hanging balls swaying heavily as he knelt there, lost in the act. Randy's hand remained threaded in Kevin's hair, not guiding but simply resting there, a silent anchor of encouragement, as the older man's breath quickened into ragged gasps, his toned body tensing under the innocent yet eager suction. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room, punctuated by Randy's low groans of pleasure, each one vibrating through Kevin's mouth

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