Chapter 6

Noah lay awake, staring at the ceiling. He’d thought he was tired, but now he couldn’t manage to sleep. Too pumped up from dancing and flirting, he guessed. And a little turned on, as well. Where had he put the butt plug after finally taking it out of the package?

He scrambled off the bed and searched in his bottom dresser drawer. Success! He returned to the bed, lubed up and inserted the plug, and then went to work on his cock. He tried to conjure up some of the hot guys he’d danced with at Buddy’s, but instead the man he thought of as he stroked up and down his length was Charlie.

Noah was angry with himself for it, too. It had the desired effect, though, and as he increased the speed of his hand, his balls tightened, and a tingling spread up his spine.

“I hate you, Charlie,” he groaned as cum splurted from his cock.

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Charlie glanced at the time on his computer clock. Nearly seven o’clock and no Noah. Again