Chapter 7

I snapped back to reality and slapped on my best smile. “Yeah, hey. Miguel?” I walked toward him.

He shook my hand while clinging onto his Bible with the other, and he made me wish I didn’t have to let go of it. I’d wrap those manicured fingers around my cock for a nice handjob, maybe more. Fuck, this week’s worth of cum was getting to me so badly, especially from the proximity of his hot existence. “Yep, that’s me. Your mom told me you’d be over here.” He flashed a smile of perfect white teeth. The cute fucker just had to make me swoon, like a Southern Euro type with a hint of Arab.