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Which made it very awkward when he was woken up from his slumber hearing faint groans from Dennis and feeling rapid, hot breaths against his crotch. It seemed Jack has hogged the shower when they both got back from their run (it disgusted Robby, them deciding to be responsible adults and tried to stay fit during the summer's heat, meanwhile Robby was sweating his 50-year old balls off on the bed, refusing to disturb his own weekends' beauty sleep-in). It also seemed like Dennis has decided to put his time waiting into good use.

The light pressure reminded him of his Bubbè’s retriever, her wet nose rapidly poking his open palm that he offered in greetings, sniffing for strange smells or most likely for treats, it always tickled him whenever she does it.

But this was not his grandmother’s dog, may God rests both of their souls, and the feelings of Dennis giving Robby's sacks light peppering kisses with the tip of his nose was making his cock rapidly swelling.

Muffled groans turned into soft whimpers when the rapid sniffing moved toward his taint. But Dennis never fully pressed his nose in, like he was afraid to wake Robby up.

The tingly feelings down there were intensifying and Robby was getting light-headed. God, he needed more, he didn’t even know why he was still pretending to be asleep (not that the boy seemed to notice his shaky breathings, too focused on engraving Robby’s sweaty scent into his brain). So he rolled his hip ever so slightly upward, desperate to feel more against his almost-full erection.

Dennis nearly squeaked when he got his face full of Robby’s groin, and he instinctively gasped, trying to taste and inhale as much of the older man’s smell as he can through his nose and mouth. He’s already spilled into his fist a few minutes ago, but the scent of man, man, man, kept him pinned between Robby’s legs. But eventually, Dennis regretfully detached himself from heaven and silently slinked away to get a move on with the laundry before he actually startles Robby awake or have Jack walking in on them.

Robby waited until Dennis left the room then grabbed his neglected junk to finish the job. Fuck, he’s going to make that boy pay for leaving him blue-balled like this, as if he didn’t pretend to be asleep the whole time, enjoying Dennis’ attempts to be quiet, feeding on the boy’s guilty pleasures.

Then he saw a glint of silver hair peeking out of the bathroom door.

Jack was frozen there, eyes trained on him mid-jerking off, pupils blown wide. How long did he stand there for? Then Jack stalked closer, knelt on the bed, throw his walking canes to somewhere near and pounced.

“Never did anything by half, that kid”, Jack huffed, his hand roughly palmed Robby’s aching cock, making him hiss and drawing him closer to the finish line. “I thought he would have went for your pits first, but i guess a boy is always desperate to see what a real man smelled like”, Jack cooed, his grip tightening, a toothy grin started to form on his face when Robby started to pant. “You think he would have licked them if i told him to, Mikey?”, and Robby was gone.

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Dennis wondered why have his boyfriends been sleeping without clothes lately. And why was Jack sleeping buck naked while Robby slept only with his pants off.