He tried again “Damien?” Still no response. He rolled over to retrieve a tissue–to clean off his lotion-covered hand—when he saw Damien, looking over and giggling. xxx18 He pulled his boxers off and debated internally as he splayed them across the bed. Harry tried to stifle his moans, but some were creeping out. “Oh, fuck!” he growled under his breath as a blast of cum shot from his cock, followed by six more, long ropes of steaming cum, strewn against the cotton fabric of his boxers. He fell back, laying there, naked and sweaty, his dick returning to its calmer, five-inch length. He chose to just wait and see if it went away.
