What the fuck was wrong with me.ĭanny was a cool guy and all, and I did enjoy hanging out with him but I wasn’t like that I tried to tell myself. I guess I just needed a good jerk off session or something but I couldn’t stop imagining touching him, being with him. I sat there palming my hard cock through my boxers as I looked at his fit tight back, his beautiful tan skin and a sexiness that I didn’t quite understand. Danny was eating breakfast at the counter and he had no clue I couldn’t stop staring at him.
I was sitting on the couch and I was pretty horny, like most mornings, and my dick just wouldn’t go down.
His parents were gone and I don’t think he liked being by himself so he asked if I wanted to hangout with him. One of my buddies from the team had asked me to stay over all weekend.
