As he faltered, his gaze drifted to the sixth condom packet sitting on the counter. Gay porn Where I can see.”Trevor’s throat tightened. “Now,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down Trevor’s spine. Trevor’s mouth went dry.Mark set the box on the granite counter and pulled out the six remaining condoms, slapping them down one by one. Three more felt like a tall order.4.The minutes and hours dragged on, the breaks since the last load longer, but Trevor felt nothing building. “That it?” he asked, almost sighing, then met Trevor’s eyes. Just fact.“Whenever you’re ready. “Give me your shorts.” Not a question.Mark smirked, slow and amused. Trevor’s hips jerked, abs clenched tight, and with a ragged groan, his release spilled into the condom—a watery white just filling the tip.“Fuck,” he muttered, body sore from the effort. Then he heard the door open softly. “Give me your shorts.” Not a question.Mark smirked, slow and amused. Mark stood straight, eyes sharp, holding a small, familiar box.“He said, ‘You want to steal smokes? Trevor’s mouth went dry.Mark set the box on the granite counter and pulled out the six remaining condoms, slapping them down one by one.
