In self-defense, he began to retaliate, so by 4:30 when they loaded up the truck to go back to the garage, both were hard. Their T-shirts were soaked with sweat, but their bulges sported wet spots of a different kind.
“You bastard,” Justin said to the grinning Todd, who was driving, “I’m gonna have to go home and jack off.”
“Yeah, like you wouldn’t do that anyway.”
“Maybe so, but you’re really pushing things. I’m gonna find a way to f**k you, Nielsen, just you wait.”
“Promises, promises. Besides, I think you’re the one who’s gonna get fucked.”
They were still bantering and still sporting hard c***s when they got back to turn in the truck and their work sheets.
Justin was relieved that Ed didn’t say anything, and the other guys who were checking out didn’t seem to notice. As he was ab
