"Justin Smith, American football player, perfect guy, ladies man, party animal, golden boy, perfect son. Just how would everyone feel if they knew he liked dick precisely my dick, a lot"Blake smirked as he trailed hot, wet kisses all down my neck. B...
I could feel Justin's eyes on me I knew he wasn't paying attention to Captain up hook getting his ass beat, and for some reason it gave me some type of sick satisfaction. Getting up from the couch I could feel my mate's eyes on me as I walked, grabbing some chips from my snack cabinet I walked back to the couch where I and Justin were sitting on.