Jack and Adrian
It was Monday and I really didn’t want to go to work, but because of the little things like food, rent, gasoline and utilities, not to mention three credit cards, which were used up, and no longer available for purchases, I had to get my butt out of bed. As I slid out of the warm covers, the cold room slapped me in the face like an unpaid hooker. I knew I had to go to the bathroom as Mr. Woody was pointing the way. I looked down at my cock and said, “Don’t you ever go down? I know I...