“You could’ve just told me you wanted my dick, you little perv.”“I didn’t— I mean— I wasn’t—”He cocked his head. Gay sex “Didn’t think you’d really do it.”I leaned in and licked up the underside. I knew I shouldn’t be in his room. I could still make out the outline. I couldn’t stop staring.“I’m not gay or anything,” he said casually, like this was a normal conversation. “Come get it.”I crawled toward him, hands shaking, knees burning against the carpet. His hips rolled forward—hard, steady. Standing in the doorway shirtless, his gym shorts hanging low. But next time,” he winked, “you’re calling me sir.”Follow my Patreon for early access to future parts, bonus scenes, extended version and much more. I knew I shouldn’t be in his room. And that stupid smirk already creeping onto his face.“The fuck are you doing, bro?” he said, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind him.“I—I was just—fuck—I didn’t mean—”“Were you sniffing my underwear?” he asked, grinning like he’d just caught me jerking off to his OnlyFans. His cock was outlined thick down his thigh. “You’re my little cumslut now, huh?”He was close. My lips stretched wide. Just stood there, arms crossed, abs flexing as I tugged down his shorts.
