We're Not Gay, But....

Cum Hither

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OOC: Tim Gordon. 18 years old. 5'8". 150 pounds. Brown hair. Brown eyes.


IC:


It was a typical Friday night. All our cool friends were out with their girlfriends, and Ronnie and I were sitting in his living room working our way through his father's extensive collection of '80's porn.

On the TV, Ginger Lynn was on her hands and knees getting banged from behind by some hairy neanderthal. We'd watched this scene a hundred times, and it still gave me wood.

Ginger Lynn was probably somebody's grandmother by now, but I'd still do her.

I leaned over to say something of the sort to Ronnie, but the words froze in my throat when I saw what he was doing. He had his pecker out, and he was stroking it in time with the action on the television.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I was truly impressed. Ronnie was hung like a horse. He might actually have had more dickmeat than the guy in the movie.

It suddenly struck me that I was more interested in watching Ronnie jack off than in watching the movie. Just when I started digesting this, I realized Ronnie caught me staring at him....
 
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