Chapter 9Avoiding all mirrors as best he could, Tom Alan walked naked to the bath and stepped under a pulsating spray. He started at his crew cut, then took the sudsiness created down his neck, sides, and across his lower back. From there, the aura of the Stoker video still teasing him all over, he explored with one slick finger, then two. Before long, he was hard as stone again, and yanking at himself with his left hand, fingers curled into a closed circle around the dome of his d**k. His moans echoed in the enclosed space, bouncing back at him from the tile and the glass shower door as if emanating from someone else, the man who teased his insides, Adam Stoker—No!—Milo Fisher.
Tom Alan backed himself to the wall, his arm bent at an unnatural angle, the slight pain worth the intense plea
