49. Official Date?

JACOB I grinned as I watched Mikey struggle to put his pants on. After we got cleaned up, I offered him to lay on my chest and rest, which he happily did. But even after that fifteen-minute nap, he still looked worn out. Poor guy, did I break him? I honestly didn't mean to go so rough on him, but watching his smooth round ass bouncing under me? Fuck...that was a sight to see. And his sweet little moans weren't helping either. I wanted to pound him harder and harder, feel every inch of him. Love him, taste him, worship him. Hopefully, he wasn't too disturbed by it and will let me do it again. Over and over. "Could you stop staring at me? You are giving me the creeper vibe," Michael barked, earning a chuckle from me. "That's not what you said when I was ramming into you, balls deep and..." Michael raised his hand, his face already turning beet red. Aww, is he feeling shy now? "No need to recount the events. I remember it well." More like his tight little butt remembered it. "Cool. Ready