“Stop.” Pad whispered as he pushed Wayne slightly off him.
“You don’t mean that.” Wayne bored his eyes on Pad.
“I probably don’t, but I’m not ready.” Pad looked away for a second, hung his head low next before drowning in Wayne’s eyes again. “It’s too soon for me.”
“Is there someone?”
“There used to be. I just don’t know—”
“So you’re not sure if you’re over him?”
Pad nodded then closed his eyes.
“I’ve just met you, Pad, but you’re fucking hot. You don’t know how much you turn me on. I would never hurt you.” He took the sheet and dropped it exposing Wayne’s dick, thick and long.
Pad’s eyes widened in awe.
Holy shit!
Wayne moved close again but before he lurched and kissed him they stopped. Someone tried the doorknob.
“Hey, why is this door locked?” shouted Jack. “I gotta fucking pee.” Then two large knocks.
“We’ll have to pick this back up,” whispered Wayne.
Pad nodded as Wayne grabbed the sheet, wrapped it around him again, and opened the door to let in Jack.