Chapter 36

But Marcello has other ideas. “Up,” he commands, his harsh voice like rocks crushing together. Quickly I stand, just in case he decides to come into the stall and make me obey. My damn traitor cock listens too, and rises to attention. Jamie licks his lips and leans in, eager to get back to work. His mouth closes over the swollen tip of my dick, his hand finds a good spot near the base of my shaft to begin its ministrations, and I gasp involuntarily at the tongue that swirls around my length.

Then I realize Marcello is still watching.