June 9
Josh woke feeling as if a hangover had taken over his entire body. He dug fists into his eyes and craved a morning cup of coffee.
“What was that dream all about?”
Between his legs just so happened to be the proof that he lusted for Ranger Zeth. An erection stood upright, and his boxer briefs sported cream inside them; a fresh release from his prick while sleeping. Sticky could have been considered the understatement of the year as his thighs gelled together and a pool of ejaculate decorated his pubic triangle.
After determining that his hunger pains were real and not a figment of his imagination, that he had half exploded an orgasm in his underwear, and that he needed a cup of coffee, he climbed out of bed and took a shower. Following the shower, with a towel wrapped around his
