He put down the underwear and picked up his phone to look at Milo’s…He studied the JPEG. He twisted his head—as if that would help the furry area between furry Milo’s furry thighs come into better focus. There was definitely a separation between muscular fleshy…glutes? A hairy crevice? Or just a shadow? Whether it was or whether it wasn’t, just as leaving something to the imagination is sometimes far more stimulating than what is seen, the image sent a current through Tom Alan strong enough to bring him to full erection.
He started taking care of himself there in the locker room—distraction, maybe, or one last act of rebellion before submitting to someone else’s will entirely. But as he edged his way closer to release, the mirror on the opposite wall stopped him cold. Milo’d be disgusted,
