Inside, Calvin waved at the coffee maker. “Help yourself. There’s sweetener and non-dairy creamer in the canisters if you need them. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Okay, thanks.” Spying Calvin’s laptop computer on the kitchen table, Brock asked if he could use it for a few minutes.
“Sure, no problem. Hang on, I’ll just log you in.”
Calvin stood rather close as he waited for the computer to boot up. Brock could smell the man’s sweat; it was clean, masculine, and he found his d**k hardening. He quickly sat down, which put his nose level with Calvin’s right armpit. Brock resisted the temptation to take a deep sniff.
After tapping a few keys, Calvin announced, “There you go.” He twisted the machine to face Brock.
“Thanks. Appreciate it.”
“What do you want to look at? Cowboy porno?”
“Yep.
