Everything about Justin was as rigid as steel, his spine...his cock. He
couldn't look away, yet he knew he should. He should close the bathroom
door quietly and walk away quickly before he was seen. But he couldn't seem
to move. The sight of Blake's wet, naked hid by only the steamy glass of
the shower had been enough to catch Justin's attention. But it was the
realization of what Blake was doing that had him glued to the spot. Blake
was leaned back under the spray of water, his head thrown back, eyes shut.
One hand was pressed against the shower wall, as if to hold himself up, and
the other was frantically stroking his long, hard cock. Justin found the
will to lift his feet just as Blake's eyes flew open and met his...
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