He leaned against the sink, his muscular frame on full display, and smirked at me in the mirror. “I was jerking off, and he asked if I wanted help. I matched his rhythm, stroking myself in time with his movements. He literally thought a straight friend was just that cool with jerking him off. I matched his rhythm, stroking myself in time with his movements. I had never seen anything so explicit, so raw, so… hot. His abs flexed as he stretched, and his hand drifted lazily toward his crotch. I felt Kris push into me from behind, his thickness stretching me slowly, but widely. He let out a low groan, his muscles tensing as I worked him. He then turned toward the toilet to piss, without closing either of the bathroom doors.”
This guy is a fucking animal, I thought to myself, wondering what I had gotten myself into. He’s always saying he never gets enough action.”
My heart raced. “That would be really cool, man.”
So, I got up out of bed, naked of course, and sat next to him.
