CALVIN'S POINT OF VIEW
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Standing at the end of the bed, and looking at me with a needy look that asks me why I got out of bed, and the almost inaudible whimper that he makes and which begs me to go back to him, turns me on like nothing before, and my leaking c**k is the solid as a rock proof. Pun intended.
" Why do you look so down, Alex? " I ask in a husky voice that hurts in all the right ways, and he grips the sheets beneath him as if he's controlling himself, trying not to reach for me and pull me back to bed.
" I ... I just ... I want you ... " He trails off in an insecure voice which I hate and love at the same time, and averts my gaze as his cheeks get rosy.
" First of all, don't you find it disrespectful not to look at me whe
