Chapter 32
Yielding to the organ’s desire for closure, Neil pushed his sweat pants down to his knees. Placing one arm behind his head, Neil reached down with the other and spread the still flowing pre-cum around the head of his cock. He let his mind have free rein and began to stroke. Memories of the feel of Rolf’s body led to images of what it would be like when the time came for them to hold each other—flesh against flesh. In a matter of minutes his fantasies pushed him to the edge and his cock erupted in volleys of milk-white cum.
Neil shuddered as his orgasm subsided. His shirt and hand were covered in the evidence of his capitulation to his carnal desires. He sighed. Closing his eyes, he decided he’d let clean-up wait. For now, he’d just lie here and relish the reality that Rolf was opening up to the possibility of something developing between them. A smile crossed his face. “Danke, Rolf,” he whispered.11