Chapter 36

Honestly, I sported an erection for Pax while sleeping alone those many nights. Those uncomfortable moments were quite rewarding. I dreamed of the cowboy’s hands wrapped securely around my eight-inch dick and eagerly manipulating my hard tool. In those dreams, we were two adult men creating bliss between us. My hips rose into his fists and my breathing became gasps. Sweat built on my plated chest and ripples of deep satisfaction flooded me. I felt sated with lust as ooze shot out of my tool. When I dreamed such naughty dreams, I found a sticky burst in my briefs upon waking. The thick goo became my morning treat—something bittersweet that I imagined had come from Pax’s body. I relished the sticky sap fully, wishing he were naked and next to me in my bed. But he wasn’t.

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