Chapter 8

It doesn’t take long—I’ve been hard for him all day,and I know just where to touch myself to bring me to release.As I jerk off,I lean against the damp towel and breathe in the scent of Scott that lingers on the terrycloth.Beneath the water and soap,I smell his cologne,that spicy musk that seizes me by the balls and squeezes until I want to burst.With each breath,I picture Scott’s dark lips parting to stretch around my white dick,his blue eyes staring up at me,my hands fisting in his dreadlocks.One strong finger would tickle between my legs,on a mission to breech my ass.My hand jerks harder,I’m close,I’m so damn close.

A knock on the door sets me off.

My orgasm flashes through me like lightning.I aim for the toilet and miss,splattering the seat and the underside of the open toilet lid with ropy cum.

“Jimmy?”