Gotta Get Off? Your Bud's Always There!
Mid-stroke on my cock, I heard a familiar coded knock at the garage's back bay door. Any other
knock, and I would've pulled on my clothes. Instead, cock swinging back and forth heavily in
the air, my feet cold against the floor, I walked to the garage door. I threw the latch. In one
swift practiced movement, I lifted the sliding garage door, Kyle, crouched down and he quickly
entered under the slightly raised garage door. As he entered, the head of my cock hit him in
the face briefly as I lifted up and closed the door again, clanging it shut and locked. Still
crouched low, Kyle went to his knees and grabbed for my thick cock...
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