Chapter 51 He Didn't Need To Be

• I could feel they were caught on something beneath – something large – so I carefully nudged and pulled until he was free.
• He was wearing black boxers, and I could see the outline of his erection beneath the cloth, straining and tugging with a mind of its own. I touched my fingers to it tentatively, and realized with shock that the cloth was wet. He’d drenched them with pre-cum, he’d gotten so turned on when he was touching me.
• Beneath the damp cloth, he was rock hard. And big. Bigger than I was used to, anyway. My mouth watering, I gently pulled the waistband of his boxers out and slid them down.