Though one of them in particular, the middle one, looked intriguing. “Quinn, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to share a room before the tournament,” she started. We went up to the front desk of the first one we found, but Santiago didn’t have enough money. But I couldn’t figure out a way to get him to leave. Santiago seemed to be feeling just as frustrated, so he moved my hand away from his crotch and unzipped his jeans, freeing his throbbing uncircumcised cock from his pants as he sat next to me on the stone wall. Not wanting to let the moment pass, I looked deeply into Santiago’s eyes, daring him to kiss me. It was exhilarating. Alcohol wasn’t going to cut it. Thankfully, my mom is allergic to outright confrontation, preferring to have her fights in the privacy and safety of her own space.
