Something that felt way too big for something this small.I leaned forward, legs spread, and let my briefs fall to the floor. Gay sex Thick and slick. Louder. I was stuck in a state of half-arousal all morning. He wants me to hear how good it feels for him—how free he is.A small whimper escapes me before I can stop it. Something to keep me from giving in again. I swear I can hear his fist clenching. Subtle, but present. Where the hell did this come from? I told myself again that I was just curious. I threw on my trousers and a T-shirt in seconds, trying not to focus on the slight pressure against my cock with every movement. I always did.I turned the cage over in my hands again, more slowly this time, letting myself really look at it.It was smaller than I expected—sleek, almost minimalistic. Teasing. The ring was thick, meant to sit tight behind the balls, and it had that cold, firm kind of weight that made it feel serious. The sticky glide of his palm working up to the head and squeezing there, tight, before slipping back down. Buckets of it. And still, I gave in. Couldn’t imagine why I’d have one.
