THROATMANIA – Rough Face Fuck in the Dark – Shaiden Rogue

THROATMANIA – Rough Face Fuck in the Dark – Shaiden Rogue His other hand reached up to my shoulder, massaging it gently, like he was helping me ride the waves of confusion and sensation that were crashing through me. He didn’t miss it. My towel barely clung to my hips, and I felt every inch of my awkwardness as I stood there, trying to blend into the background. I heard one of the guys from down the row yell, “Hey, save some romance for the honeymoon!”

Laughter broke out, and I wanted to melt into the tile. Because I liked it. I could feel his eyes on me, burning a hole through my quivering body. But instead of walking away, he grabbed a fresh squirt of soap. I was eager to prove I wasn’t just some scrawny guy who got winded climbing stairs. “Later, freshie.”

“Later,” I said, voice cracking like it had been dunked in puberty all over again. The showers were the real kicker. When he was done soaping up, and I was still trying to act like my body hadn’t just betrayed every assumption I had about myself, we rinsed off side by side.