I don’t trust you. “Or is it driving you nuts? Gay sex “You know, bro, I think you’re finding out something new,” he whispered, his words slow and deliberate. They grabbed everything they needed—way too many beers, bags of popcorn, and salty chips—and headed to Ky’s place, a spacious studio with a comfy couch and a big flat-screen.Once there, they settled in. But if you lose…” He paused, letting the words hang in the air, his smile widening. I don’t trust you. He knew his friend better than anyone: a guy like Jerome, used to wielding his cock like a weapon daily, couldn’t handle this kind of abstinence. If you win, I’ll cover your dinners for a week. “Here’s your new toy,” he said, pulling out a metal chastity cage, cold and compact, chosen carefully based on the measurements Jerome had cockily provided.Jerome eyed it, his ego wrestling with a shadow of doubt. The thought of wrapping his hand around his thick, long cock and stroking until he exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm consumed him.
