That night, when he started his routine, I sat up in bed and turned to him. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “Let’s see what I can do for you.”
Kris stepped forward, and with the door still open I grabbed him. The sound of his hand moving over his shaft filled the room, and I could feel my own cock stirring in my boxers. His abs flexed as he stretched, and his hand drifted lazily toward his crotch. Lochlan was jerking off right in front of me, his bicep flexing with every stroke. “So, I hear you’re the guy to see,” he said, dropping the towel to reveal his massive cock. “So, I hear you’re the guy to see,” he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. I couldn’t help it. “Yeah,” I said, my voice trembling.