บท 3: Chapter 3

“It’s all I can think about, Brad, watching it every day, wondering what it feels like, smells like, tastes like.”

Again a red flush crept up my neck, only this time I was hot with something other than rage. “So you, um, you watch me play with myself every day?”

He nodded. “And I stroke my cock, trying to imagine what yours looks like, hidden as it always is inside your pocket.”

I stared into his eyes as I unbuttoned my slacks. He looked down, his lips parting and his breath growing ragged. I reached for the waistband and revealed my trimmed black bush and then just the base of my cock. “The cam gets tossed tomorrow,” I told him as I slid my pants down just a bit more.

“Yes. Gone. Now please show me the rest of it,” he pleaded as he stroked his rod inside his pants, watching, waiting.