“Room service,” a man’s voice replied.
Andy sighed. Who would’ve thought room service could be so fast? And now he was throbbing in his hand, and naked to boot. He didn’t even want to think about pulling on a pair of boxers, cramming his hard length into the confines of pants, that would hurt too damn much. Andy didn’t want to go through the hassle when just a few minutes more he’d come and it would all be over with…
“Sir?” The knock came again, louder this time. “Room service. Did you order breakfast?”
“Yeah,” Andy called out, but the word was lost in a moan as his fingers brushed through the kinky hair at his crotch, tickling along soft skin. It seemed surreal, carrying on a conversation as he fondled himself. He felt twelve again, jerking off in his bedroom while his mother yelled at
