Chapter 172

By the time I got to the first window, I had one hand fisting in the front of my shorts, but whether it was to rub at my erection or hold in my orgasm, I wasn’t sure. When I sat up and squatted to see inside, my genitals seemed to hang between my legs like a savage’s, bloated, pulsating, begging for release. The front of my shorts tented obscenely, my dick rock solid and throbbing, I swore I could see it through the material, veins standing out thick with blood. Holding my breath, I moved tall weeds aside and peered into the window.

I was right. Nothing.

A storage room of sorts, unlit and dusty. Unable to contain myself any longer, I hiked down the front of my shorts and came right there, a thin discharge like skim milk that beaded in the grass. Relief coursed through me like a sigh. “Well?” Stephen and Ray asked when I finally got myself together again and raced out to where they waited.