When Zack was done, he scratched his balls, leaned against the sink, and turned his attention back to Lochlan. “Damn,” Zack mused. Zack’s breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting into my hand. “Yeah,” I said, my voice shaky. He leaned against the sink, his muscular frame on full display, and smirked at me in the mirror. He’s always saying he never gets enough action.”
My heart raced. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. The thought of touching him, of feeling that massive cock in my hand, sent a jolt of electricity through me. When he came, it was explosive, his cum splashing into my face in thick ropes. “Damn,” Zack mused. “Looks like you’re the dorm’s secret service,” he said. The sound of his hand moving over his shaft filled the room, and I could feel my own cock stirring in my boxers.
