Joel had wondered what Walker was looking for, when he saw the man making some condoms and a small tube appear from beneath the cushion. Joel knew it must have been a tube of lube and the thought made him tighten up his ass a bit. He knew Walker had felt that. Still wanting to make sure he didn't seem like a wuss, he decided to just beat Walker to it. He let himself slide off, standing up with his ass facing Walker – again. He realized the irony of this scenario and quickly turned around. Not sure if he liked this side better, he could feel himself literally 'pointing' at the man who had in the mean time resorted to stroking his own cock. Walker was definitely enjoying the view. This fact made the kid regain his confidence – it felt good to be wanted, especially after the things Theresa had spewed at him that evening. Joel smirked at how wanting and horned-up the man looked while getting off on him, and he let himself slide down onto his knees right between Walker's legs. Walker's eyes had widened in response, his black pupils flushed with want.
As the kid removed Walker's last piece of clingy fabric – exposing the stroking hand – and started wetting his lips while looking straight at him, Walker could only grin. "There's a good boy" Walker had been so fixated on Joel's freshly wetted bright pink lips, he'd hardly realized it had been him speaking those words. He really wanted to feel that slick hot Scottish mouth on his cock and he gently shifted his gaze from Joel to his own stroking hand.
Joel had seen the man's subtle nudge, and he knew what it meant. He'd used it himself with woman before. He enveloped Walker's cock as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Joel's confidence was peaking as he realized he knew exactly what to do – he loved watching woman suck his own cock, and he'd always watch them do it with concentration and fascination .