The Crotch Watcher

Gordon Grant stirred awake, his muscular frame taut beneath the sheets. A monstrous hard-on throbbed insistently, demanding attention. He wrapped his callused hand around the thick shaft, stroking with firm, deliberate pulls. Pleasure built swiftly, his breath ragged, hips bucking into his grip. Release came in hot spurts across his chiseled abs, but even as the tension ebbed, a deeper hunger gnawed at him. He craved more—something warm, yielding, alive.