“Well – look that’s not quite what you saw,” I said. But day-um. Meanwhile, most of my attention was drawn to his impressive physique. When Chris walked in, I was just about to cum as, on screen, he was about to push his beautiful, erect cock (which I now knew very intimately) into Alma’s eager pussy. A sniff of his cologne? “Bro, you must be hitting the gym a lot lately,” he said admiringly as I took down my pants. Without my nightly release, I was feeling very frustrated. Was this some kind of trap? But how could I ever forget? I couldn’t believe he was talking like that to me. But I don’t want to cheat on Alma. I felt a freedom to inspect him closely — his broad chest looming just inches from me, his musky scent of shaving cream and sweat, his hot breath as he, unghhh, pushed ever deeper inside of me. “Now stroke it.” The thing was completely greased up and shining dimly in the faint light. “Really?” he said, looking a
