Chapter 4

Tom’s cock began leaking. Clear pre-cum had beaded at the eye of his cock before spilling out, stretching downwards until it snapped and splattered onto his shins and feet. A good deal more lubricant was inadvertently caught up in the action of his hand stroking his swollen cock-head and was smeared along the length of his thick shaft. As the dance continued in front of him, the skin of his member was being coated in ever thicker layers of lubricant so that the action of his hand along its length was as smooth and effortless as silk upon silk.

It was fate that the door creaked. In his excitement Tom had accidentally knocked against it. Dale spun around immediately. Tom held his breath. Thinking quickly, he pushed the door open.

“Sorry to burst in on you,” he said with a weak smile. “I was just coming over to see if everything was all right.”

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