I swear I can see a bulge in his boxer briefs. I think of pulling those briefs down, running my fingers down his crack, parting his cheeks and feeling for his little soft, tight, puckered hole. I’m sure no one’s ever sought it out. He doesn’t seem like the type to push things into himself—although of course, I could be wrong. I’m gonna bet he’s never taken one of his big fingers, never felt the jolt of being filled with something. The need to move around that thing, to clench and shift, as your balls harden and your dick juts and—
