Chapter 16

“Hold it down.”

“What?” The damned shears were too loud.

“Move your big white dick.”

“Oh.” I pointed it down toward my drawers and held it there with my palm. It hurt a little, and it got even harder, which was agony and ecstasy all at once.

“Don’t come on me.” Cal laughed.

“Shut up.”

“You know you want me.”

“Yup.”

Once again, he let me have the last word. It was like a lousy tennis match. One or two volleys and the other guy quit. He kept going with the clippers, though, and once the main bush was gone, he had to touch me in all sorts of sensitive, private places to get at my balls and all the hairiness in the crevices on either side. His hand came to rest on top of mine, the one that held on to my hard-on. It was oh-so close, and no one but me had touched my cock for a very long time

“Move.”

“Huh?”