6 Chapter 6

After five minutes of that, I stepped over him and shed my clothing on the way to a very hot shower. I took my time, letting the water ease away the stress of the day. I soaped my body, and found my hand lingering at my cock, thoughts of Titus making me hard. It was useless to go down this road, but my dick would not be denied. A minute later, white spunk spattered the wall, his name on my lips, and I finished my evening ritual.

What the hell was I in for tomorrow? They usually played stupid games and had karaoke contests. I never bothered to participate in those, not seeing the point. It wasn’t that I couldn’t sing. I simply didn’t want to. I didn’t need others to stroke my ego.

I prepared dinner, fed the cat, and tumbled into bed two hours later, too exhausted to even turn on the TV. God, tomorrow would be the pits.

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