I awake, alone in bed. Last night was another long night of watching Ryan plow you deep and hard, while I masturbated in a chair next to the bed. You’d let me sleep in bed with you and Ryan afterwards, after I’d cleaned your messy pussy with my mouth. It was a comfort to be held in your arms, after all that, and I’d slept well.
I heard the shower shut off, and Ryan stepped in to the room, a towel around his waist. At this point, there wasn’t much privacy among us; I’d been fluffing Ryan at your direction for some time, and you two were bringing me in to watch and help out for some time. I sat up in bed and looked over at Ryan as his towel slid away. His body was amazing – I’d come to appreciate why you enjoy it so much as time had gone on. He was in amazing shape: hard, angular, chiseled. It didn’t hurt that he kept his cock and balls shaved bare, It also didn’t hurt that he was so large, stiff and straight. You’d made sure I knew about that, and in the past months you’d guided my hands and mouth over it so often, I felt like I knew him as well as you did. Ryan caught me staring at his cock in the mirror.