I kept my jeans on, the denim rubbing against my skin around my waist as I popped open the button-fly and slid my hand down my bare belly and underneath my boxer briefs. My cock stirred from my touch. Pulling my hand back, I quickly spat onto my fingertips, then took that gob of spit down to my crotch again and began stroking myself. I was already hard, but I didn´t want to chafe my skin.
1526 words (MM, MF)
Cover art by Ariadna Rodriguez Barclay
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