He stood there for a moment, hand still on his d**k, but the pleasure fading fast. His breath caught in his throat and the racing of his heart spread through his body, flushing his skin and making his toes curl. With wide eyes, he looked around the room for something to bring him back down. When his eyes fell on Gus, his fantasy came crumbling down around him. He didn’t have to try to push himself back to reality when it was sitting right in front of him. He let out the breath he’d been holding.
“I need a drink,” he said and proceeded to wipe his c*m on Gus’s sheets. He strolled to the kitchen and opened up the frig. Behind him he heard Gus moving on the bed. His pants were down below his knees and his hand was still working on his c**k. Every stroke made the mattress squeak.
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