He’s not competition—he’s a living blueprint of surrender.And sometimes, an unexpected temptation.Micah LaneAge: 27Height: 5’8”Build: Lean, bratty gym twink, soft mouth and quick hipsCock: 6.5 inches, pierced at the tip, usually caged unless he earns itAss: Pink, slick, endlessly greedy—desperate for disciplineMicah is trouble wrapped in lube and attitude. One sentence texts. Gay porn His eyes stayed on Tre.“Not yet,” he said.Micah sobbed softly.Tre pulled out, teasing the tip at the edge.Micah shook again. Jax leaned beside him, no longer the stoic teacher—just a man who had watched something awaken.Tre spoke first.“Didn’t know you’d stroke.”Jax nodded slowly. Plug flashing red. “It meant somethin’.”Tre nodded. He’s been broken in by others—but something about Tre gets under his skin. The air was heavier in here—closer. Boots on the hardwood, no rush. Full control. No eye contact. He doesn’t have to. “So what now?”Jax took his time answering.“Now I stop testing you.”Tre turned, surprised. Heavy. Fully tatted from clavicle to wrist, thick lips, low fade still clean.
