“Not now.” Dmitry pushed my hand away. “You know Adam’s coming over.”

“I can see your cock right through those shorts. If you didn’t want me to touch it, you should’ve worn underwear.”

He looked down with a frown. “I don’t see anything.”

“You will once it’s hard.” I rubbed him through the fabric, feeling that delicious sponginess of an erection starting, the meaty thickness of a slowly-growing cock. Continue reading →