“Chuck, if you wouldn’t mind …” he grinds out, as I blink in surprise at his glorious backside. “I’m not touching your balls,” I choke back, gesturing at the other boys. “Especially not in front of them.” “Oh god, Chuck-let,” Spencer groans, running a hand down his face. Church and the twins just smile as my face turns a brilliant ruby red. “He wants you to tie his apron, my sweet little micropenis.” “But it’s nice that you’re thinking about my balls,” Ranger deadpans, looking over his shoulder at me, eyes dark.
