I looked over at Dylan, terrified that we’d been caught, but knowing the only comfort would be his arm around me. XXNX I had to sit through the credits to let my boner subside, and Dylan stayed sitting too, I assume for the same reason. The sight of his cock poking straight up against his pelvis made my own dick ache to be freed from their skinny jeans prison. “So about last night. …” he smiled. His fingers brushed mine when he took it, and I swear I felt him jolt a little at the feeling. Disappointment? “I-I’m alright. “What’s up dude! A typical problem that we’d seen plenty, but it meant Chris had to run upstairs and adjust some shit. Around 10:30, I sent Chris a text letting him know I was on the way. For me?” He asked. I turned my hand around and slid it down the front of his pants as well. “Hell yea, always,” I replied, “What time?”
I saw the bubbles of him texting me back right away.
