He hadn’t gotten one before for just thinking about it. xxx18 Am I really doing this? “Damien?” Harry whispered. He winced, needing not to look to know how hard it was. A few weeks ago, he’d seen Damien step out of the showers naked. His imagination spurred to life; images of the way his ass swayed as he walked, the jiggle of a bubbly, but firm butt, the water from the shower splaying across the surface and down to his taint, where his balls rested. He finally, once again, saw his naked ass and it changed something in him. Not even about Jasmine—it was about Damien. Instead, he was thinking. It was there for ten minutes, still throbbing, winning a raging battle against the elasticity of his boxers. A few weeks ago, he’d seen Damien




















