When Tenn left last Saturday, Vic knew he hadn’t made up his mind yet and Vic hadn’t pushed. Had kissed him for another hour or so, talking and laughing, and had put him into his truck with a promise to talk soon. Once Tenn’s taillights disappeared in the night, Vic jerked himself off furiously, coming with two fingers as deep in his ass as he could get them, his c**k in a death grip, unable to make it last without Tenn to hold his focus.
Now, though, Vic had other plans. He would go with whatever Tenn decided, but f**k, he wanted. He was wound up like a wildcat with wanting, had been terse with his crew all day, last few days, probably, if Vic knew himself at all. When finally he heard Tenn’s truck outside, he took a deep breath for what felt like the first time in days.
He stalked the
