Nathan drops his black boxer briefs and then turns. I get a full frontal view. He’s hung and rippled with muscles. His pubic hair is short and well-kept. Fucking hell, my stomach clenches. He walks back up the hall to the bathroom. When he glances up, our eyes lock. The air leaves my lungs, but he doesn’t flinch. It’s as if he wants me to look. He wants me to see why he thinks my vibrator is pathetic… Holy mother of God. What kind of a dick is that?
