Chapter 149

Once at his house, Fargo decided not to take a shower since Chip’s strong and masculine scent was all over him from their closeness on the dance floor. Rather, he removed his cowboy hat, undressed down to his birthday suit, climbed into bed, and whispered to himself, “Show me what you’ve got, Chip.” He moved his right hand slowly down and over his hairy chest, toyed with a few abs, and dragged the fingertips through the thatch of thick red hair above his already hard erection. Within a matter of seconds he had the hand wrapped around his cock, imagined that it was Chip’s hand instead of his own, and started jerking the excess skin up and down.