Chapter 68
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Mike’s breathing was harsh and uneven. He’d been stroking his erection at a snail’s pace, desperately trying to last as long as he could manage. He’d even rutted against his mattress as he imagined Lance and Adam in bed with him. He pulled at his tightening balls and gritted his teeth. His sheets were wet from the perspiration covering his back, arms, and legs.
He drove his hard tool into his fist, pushing up his hips as he jerked himself. He attempted to stave off his orgasm, but he failed miserably. He had been too keyed up from the earlier sight of both Adam and Lance in their tight shirts and jeans. He wanted them both so badly.