I ruffle the mop of black hair sitting on my head as I try to revert my gaze away from the smirking lips of my best friend as he flirts with a random chick while she sits on his lap. I hate how my c**k stirs in my pants seeing the asshole lick his lips with a seductive look in his eyes directed to the girl.
I desperately want to feel that level of arousal for the warm body occupying my lap right now. But I can't seem to tear my eyes off his handsome features.
I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I keep chanting in my head but my body betrays me as it warms towards the way his bottom lip disappears into his mouth.
Tracing the girl's thigh, whose name I seem to not remember but who seems to be getting comfortable with rubbing my hard on through my jeans happily, thinking I'm getting aro
