He came hard, the boxers clutched to his face, shame and ecstasy colliding in his chest. Gay porn Jack woke to an empty bunk below—Andrew was gone, the silence heavy. The scent—manly, musky, overpowering—drove Jack wild. He knew instantly: Drake and Jane. Jane’s voice was sharp, pleading. The scent—manly, musky, overpowering—drove Jack wild. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled, turning over, dismissing Jack like a child. He hid the evidence, but the act became a ritual. “Cellmate’s Andrew.” Drake’s smirk widened, eyes raking Jack’s body—chest, abs, the bulge in his towel. “I don’t force. He knew instantly: Drake and Jane. He slid off the bunk, bare feet on icy concrete, and hesitated. He came hard, the boxers clutched to his face, shame and ecstasy colliding in his chest. One night, emboldened, he turned to Andrew, sprawled on his bunk, musk filling the cell. “Cellmate’s Andrew.” Drake’s smirk widened, eyes raking Jack’s body—chest, abs, the bulge in his towel. He brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, the aroma flooding his senses like a hit of coke.
