Chapter 9Murphy
Murphy pressed his fists against his lids, doing his damnedest to push memories of three days ago from his mind. He still couldn’t believe he’d admitted to Remus how close he’d been to coming simply from the impromptu massage. Color rose in his cheeks whenever he recalled how he’d gotten himself off in the shower later that night to images of Remus’ wet skin glistening in the sunlight and the memory of his hands on Murphy’s skin, the steel rod of his c**k pressed into his lower back.
He groaned as he remembered how thick and hot Remus’ d**k felt against him, how he’d insanely wanted to turn and take him into his mouth or let him pound into him right there in front of the whole of Andamooka’s aged population. He wondered how the Happy Bookers would react to a scene right o
