The feeling of his girth, the weight of it, sent a thrill through me. My breath hitched as I watched him, my hand unconsciously moving to my own crotch. They were too dumb, too easy going to question it. “So, what, he just grabbed your dick?” Zack asked, raising an eyebrow. I froze, my eyes locked on him as he wrapped his fingers around his thick, already-hard cock. He’s not gay so it’s cool,” he said. “Looks like you’re the dorm’s secret service,” he said. Lochlan was lying in his own bed, scrolling on his phone, completely unfazed. “Show me what you’ve got.”
I dropped to my knees and wrapped both hands around him, working him with all the skill I’d developed over the past week. Suddenly, I was scared—this big dumb jock had zero inhibitions or cares about privacy.
