He worked on himself with his lubed-up hand quickly as thoughts of his best friend filled his head. He was so close; he was reaching the end. xnx “G’night, Damien,” he swallowed as he rolled over fully, throat suddenly constricted. Fuck! Instead, he was thinking. Harry’s roommates lay asleep; Harry was unfortunately kept awake. He was thinking about it for ages—and as he did he felt a tinge in his crotch. Of course, it didn’t work. His pipe dream ended, though he was railing his cock into his hand furiously. He knew he was close. At that moment, all he wanted to do was bend the tall teen over his lap and finger fuck him. His imagination spurred to life; images of the way his ass swayed as he walked, the jiggle of a bubbly, but firm butt, the water from the shower splaying across the
