“You’re beautiful, Danny,” he murmurs, his hand moving faster on his own shaft. “Maybe meet IRL. Danny, feeling more emboldened, decides to take the conversation in a more explicit direction. He described scenes of passionate encounters with older men, his voice trembling with excitement. He’s dressed in his typical casual attire, a hint of his half-ghost form peeking through the fabric of his clothes, suggesting he’s in his secret identity. The walls are adorned with posters of heroes, their eyes seemingly watching him as he embarks on this new, personal adventure. The chosen profile is partially obscured, revealing only a strong, tattooed arm and goetie with a seductive smile, leaving the man’s identity a mystery. Lancer chuckles, wiping the cum off his chest with a smug look. “But fantasies are just the beginning. Danny stands up hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his tighty whities and nervously slides them down revealing his 5 inch cut really hard cock. Maybe we could just talk and get to know each other?”
“I am 45.” Ron tells Danny.
