15
Josh
Serge’s arms wrapped around me from behind, and hot breath tickled the hair on the back of my neck. My eyes fluttered open, and I didn’t recognize my surroundings. Leaning against the wall next to the bed was an electric guitar, and next to it was a cardboard box with a stack of paperback books on top.
Turning my head slightly I saw thick, dark hair and then I lifted the heavy comforter and saw Serge’s large hand splayed across my chest, holding me tight against him. He shifted behind me, then I felt his erection. His hips moved in a staccato rhythm, poking me against the back a few times and then with a soft snore he tightened his grip on me and stopped.
Jesus, Mr. Mouthful could also be known as Mr. Big.
He wasn’t the only one with morning wood. I lifted the comforter again
