Chapter 3Will
I was awakened on Sunday morning by noisy people in the hallway outside my room. A lot of old people don’t realize how loud they’re talking because they’ve partially lost their hearing. It was some of my tour companions on their way downstairs to breakfast that put an end to my sleep. Looking at the bedside clock, I discovered I had plenty of time, so I reached for my morning woodie.
I’d long since given up thinking of Sean as I jacked off, substituting faceless naked bodies in my fantasies instead. That morning, though, I couldn’t help thinking of Graham Knight, the English kid on our tour. I didn’t really know what he looked like naked, but it wasn’t difficult to imagine his perfect bubble butt, broad shoulders, and narrow hips. I had noticed his substantial package, so I
