Chapter 3

The bathroom door is open just a crack, enough to see inside and catch a glimpse of my naked boarder drying off after a fresh shower. Pleasure is found and I grow instantly hard in my summertime shorts. Khaki cotton rises between my thighs.

I think Dayton sees me dash away to my bedroom. Of course he hears my bare feet on the hallway’s wooden boards. Certainly, he listens to my bedroom door close behind me.

“He won’t follow me in here…I know he won’t,” I whisper to myself, alert at the bedroom’s closed door, my face practically flush against its hard wood.

My breathing grows by the passing seconds. Perspiration forms on my brow and under my arms. Without even thinking, I reach between my legs and attempt to push my erection away. To no avail, the cock has a mind of its own and only becomes harder.