Thus, Topher and I were all alone.
He went upstairs. “You don’t have to stay down there, Chip.”
I got the hint right away and followed, smiling, but he wasn’t in his room. I looked into mine from across the hall and saw him fully naked on my bed, stroking his cock. A bottle of lube stood on my nightstand, with plenty of it slicked in his hand while making squishy noises with each stroke.
I got naked, too, and closed the door. I ignored my stomach growling from the hunger and focused on my hunger for him. I climbed on the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube, my heart beating faster at the idea of actually being ready to go through with it. I rubbed my hole with a generous amount and he scooted a bit closer until his hardness boinged at my butt.
Topher licked his lips and touched my face with his free hand. “I want you so bad.”