Chapter 24

Tom Alan ended the video. He’d definitely watch the rest of it later. It might be even hotter seeing Stoker cum once he had met the wet wanker, to use Milo’s terminology, face to face. The thought sent his deflating wood back in the other direction.

Off to the shower, he thought. And then I better do some laundry. 9

Avoiding all mirrors as best he could, Tom Alan walked naked to the bath and stepped under a pulsating spray. He started at his crew cut, then took the sudsiness created down his neck, sides, and across his lower back. From there, the aura of the Stoker video still teasing him all over, he explored with one slick finger, then two. Before long, he was hard as stone again, and yanking at himself with his left hand, fingers curled into a closed circle around the dome of his dick. His moans echoed in the enclosed space, bouncing back at him from the tile and the glass shower door as if emanating from someone else, the man who teased his insides, Adam Stoker—No!—Milo Fisher.