[Dylan]:
Didn't ask if you were gay
i asked if you were hard
And horny
And maybe wanted to do something about it
Thump. Thump. Thump.
At this rate, Ashton's forehead was going to have a rather impressive bruise.
Y
Ashton sighed, reaching for his fly.
[ Dylan ]:
Any lotion around?
He froze, at a loss before remembering the basket of toiletries on the sink counter.
Hold on
Listening carefully, Ashton decided the coast was clear, shuffling out of the stall sporting an embarrassingly prominent erection. Fortunately, his mission turned out to be worth it, a bottle of lotion lying nestled in the basket between the mouthwash and individually wrapped floss picks.
Ashton took the entire bottle, quickly scurrying back into the refuge of the stall.
yes
[ Dylan ]:
Get some on your hand
Think about how my mouth felt on your cock
Blowing out a deep breath, Ashton balanced his phone on the toilet paper dispenser, unzipping his fly to lift himself free of his briefs. He coated his left palm in lotion as instructed, and got to work.
[ Dylan ]:
You thinking about me, handsome?
Ashton slowed his harsh, efficient strokes; a means to an end, sure, but not a particularly enjoyable one.
Yeah
Slower now, more of a glide from root to tip. He kept the pressure firm; less vise, more squeeze.
[Dylan]:
You want to fuck my mouth again, don't you?
Oh, fuck yes he did.
Want to sink that thick cock of yours between my lips
Yeah.
