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Chapter 10
May 9 I woke with a hard and pulsing cockhead poking out of my tight briefs, and a pool of sticky and fresh ejaculate against my abs. I had no recollection of the last time I had experienced a wet dream. Six months? Eight months? A year? God only knew how long it had been. I didn’t complain about the swollen d**k against my stomach or the pool of ejaculate, though. Instead, I climbed into the shower, cleaned up, stepped out of the shower and… “Mark? Mark, are you home?” I heard Cane’s familiar voice from inside the living room/kitchen area of the apartment. “Hey, Mark! It’s me, Cane…Cane Mercer!” I grabbed a towel, threw it around my waist, and exited the bathroom. Cane met me a few feet away from the bathroom door, grinning from ear to ear. “Nice body, guy.” “Thanks,” I said, drippi
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