He stood and stumbled, first to the bathroom, where he urinated a gallon of piss, and then he lurched to the bed. Or at least pretend that he could.To be continued. Gay porn when he next looked at the clock, once again unable to bring himself back to hard. no. He’d scheduled himself for tomorrow off at work. He placed his hand on Ron’s bare belly, worked it up under the hem of his polo shirt, and whispered in his ear, “Have you seen it? His mind went immediately to the DVD he had found of Mart and another young man. Ron looked around, embarrassed at what an unsuspecting customer might see and assume—and also on the lookout for Phil, in case he was there. He got up and went to the kitchen and took a beer from the refrigerator. Each time he thought about it—which seemed to be twice every ten minutes all day at work—he’d go hard and would have to fight with himself not to move his hand to the sore bulge in his pants.Each evening for the rest of the work week found Ron in front of the computer, finding new hot men being fucked by Mart. With a pound of guilt, he found his eyes going to Phil
