Even when he tried fantasizing about others when he jerked off—since thinking about girls was a useless mood-killer—he more often than not ended up envisioning Ryder’s muscular body, his silky hair, his handsome face. Top. Bottom. Handjobs. Blowjobs. Touching. Kissing. It was always all about Ryder and his big veiny hands, stiff cock, and firm ass.
