‘You’ll be putty in my hands. Mine to shape. Mine to mold. I’ll slip right in. I’m so big, no one else will ever fill you like I can.’
Matt is sent to basketball boot camp to harden him up. His roommate made him hard in all the wrong ways.
Exhausted from yet another day of wind-sprints and lifts, he can’t move his arms. Not even to take care of himself. His roommate Liam has the same problem, only he isn’t willing to wait to recover.
They can help each other. It wasn’t gay. What happens at camp, stays at camp.
In exchange for a massage Matt will do anything. Even wrap his hands around Liam until they’re both wet and sticky.
He doesn’t plan to like it. He can barely stand Liam on a good day. But something about those magic hands has him spreading his legs to be filled from behind.
Matt is sent to basketball boot camp to harden him up. His roommate made him hard in all the wrong ways.
Exhausted from yet another day of wind-sprints and lifts, he can’t move his arms. Not even to take care of himself. His roommate Liam has the same problem, only he isn’t willing to wait to recover.
They can help each other. It wasn’t gay. What happens at camp, stays at camp.
In exchange for a massage Matt will do anything. Even wrap his hands around Liam until they’re both wet and sticky.
He doesn’t plan to like it. He can barely stand Liam on a good day. But something about those magic hands has him spreading his legs to be filled from behind.
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