Kevins RevengeChapter 7
“My hand is cramping.” “That would be a resounding no,” he carried him to the bathroom. “Help Kevin, I’m so close.” “Uh ... umm ... right,” he kicked away the mat in front of the toilet, sitting him in his lap, starting to stroke him, “so much for going slow.” Kevin rubs one out for him, listening to him whimper and breath, arch his back against him, he sounds so much like a girl, along with his movements, Kevin closes his eyes, getting hard himself. “Kevin,” he pants, right before...