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I nailed my eyes to the window behind him while he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my slacks and opened the fly.

“Nice. Fits like a glove,” he said, exposing one of the trunks he’d sent me. He pulled the slacks a little down to expose the trunks’ right leg and the embroidering with my initials in white.

“They should be here,” he said, covering my shrunk limp cock with his hand. “Lower case, to watch them go upper case.”

So funny. Looked like he’d had a clown for lunch. I ground my teeth while his hand ran up and down my shaft, his thumb pressing softly, tugging. And my despicable junk responded right away. It started hardening in no time, stirring and stretching with every gentle tug. My breathing grew heavier, pushing my lips apart.

“Look at you,” he murmured, pleased.

No. I wouldn’t. Feeling the way my body reacted to his fondling was bad enough. Yeah, I knew the sooner I got hard, the better. But there was something else in play. Like my body had been longing for this. Him, getting m