Jordan lay naked, stretched out on the bed as he waited for Spenser to finish up in the bathroom. Henrietta lay next to him. He absently rubbed her tummy with one hand, while he played with his limp c**k with the other.
“Come on, buddy. We can do this,” he whispered to the flaccid organ. “Come on, wake up! Spense is expecting us to make love. I can’t keep making excuses.” Jordan stroked his d**k in an attempt to revive it.
It’d been awhile since Jordan and Spenser had been intimate. Not only did Jordan truly desire to have s*x with his boyfriend, he was afraid Spenser would either feel Jordan didn’t love him as much as he claimed to, or Spenser would suspect something if he continued to put his lover off. And Jordan didn’t want that.
Jordan did love Spenser. That wasn’t the problem. Nor
