I gotta go lift.”
That night, Zack was in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed in just his basketball shorts. I gotta go lift.”
That night, Zack was in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed in just his basketball shorts. My fingers barely went all the way around his meat pole. I sat there, still trembling, my own cum cooling on my skin. I came first, shooting my load onto my stomach in messy spurts. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. I smirked, my hand moving faster, my own cock hard and aching in my boxers. With him facing away, I decided to lick the rest of his cum remnants off my hand. I just shrugged. When Zack was done, he scratched his balls, leaned against the sink, and turned his attention back to Lochlan. But it was. “Thanks, man,” he said, pulling the towel back on and heading out the door.