I took my time getting to the room. I turned off the TV, had a glass of water, checked my email. I knew that by now Tyler would be about ready to explode.
“Come on, Felix! I’m dying here,” he yelled. Speak of the devil. Oh, he would pay for that.
I wandered back to my lair to see the gorgeous sight of Tyler Panterone spread out on my black and white-striped sheets, since he’d removed the bedspread. The air was on in the room, but he was sweating, probably from all the writhing he’d been doing on the bed, trying not to touch himself.
“Are you close?” I asked, as I slowly stripped naked. Tyler’s eyes widened as he watched each movement as I took off my shirt, jeans, and jockstrap. I’d already removed my shoes and socks in the living room. His mouth was slightly open, and his c**k pointed
