Chapter 2: Everything Goes Back to Chad
I used the handy bar of soap on his back, swirling its smoothness over his sculpted flesh. The boxer grew hard, producing the biggest cut d**k I had seen in months.
Fuck. Not here and now, I thought. Of all the places and times. He can’t be excited. Isn’t this awkward enough for me?
I couldn’t help but look around him at his d**k and balls, and the rest of his nakedness, enjoying what I saw. I studied him as if I were a scientist, perhaps embarrassing myself because of my wide eyes and a semi-opened mouth. I tried to ignore his private parts, but failed miserably.
Three new words popped into my mind:
Horny.
Chiseled.
Lust.
Then they mixed with old words:
Melinda.
Mr. Right.
Frostbitten.
My limp c**k accidentally bumped into his bottom a n
