Hold Me Again

Tony DiAngelo pauses, a shadow crossing his face. Does Chase Hunter take him for granted? Every time Chase bursts through the door from the gym, sweat-slicked and buzzing, he rattles on about the parade of hot men pumping iron. One name sticks like a thorn: Scott Baldwin. Tony can't stand it. His mind spins out of control, painting vivid pictures. He sees his Chase pinning Scott down, that massive cock slamming into the jock's plump bubble butt, thrusting deep and relentless, owning every inch. A tight knot twists in Tony's gut at the thought of Chase tangled with another man. It drives him mad.