“The cotton stuffed into my head clouds my thoughts. I grab the door handle and try to turn it. It doesn’t budge. Perfect. It’s freaking locked. I plop down on the warm concrete at the edge of the porch. I need my keys. They’re in my bag, probably in Danny’s room. But, after that last exchange, I can’t face him again. Not right now. I threw up on him. And I’m such a huge liar. I’m going to hell. Either for lying or for the way I lust after Danny Jennings. Probably both. The image of his dick, ha...rd and straining against his boxer briefs, comes to the forefront of my mind. I had no idea a guy’s cock could get that big. I mean, I knew they grow, but that thing… Oh, Lord, what happened after we came home? The last I remember is Danny punching Paul. The expression on Paul’s face—too bad; he deserved it. Jackass. I tuck my hand between my thighs. Did Danny and I…? No. Surely something would feel different, right? Would Danny do that? Elbows on my knees, I prop my chin in my hands and close my eyes.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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