Harry tried to stifle his moans, but some were creeping out. Porn vedio It was late in the Mandela dorm room. It wasn’t anything unusual–he saw him naked every day until Fourth Year—though it ended with something about puberty and privacy. Harry tried to stifle his moans, but some were creeping out. He worked up and down his dry prick for a minute before he turned to his nightstand and pumped two measurements of lotion onto his palm and got back to it. Harry quickly grabbed his cum-soaked boxers, covered his softening cock, and hid under the bedsheets. He was so close; he was reaching the end. Instead, he was thinking. As this happened, his hand sped up, ready to blow his load, but then a confusing thought came to mind—these images occurred again, but with the older James Underwood. He was so close; he was reaching the end. For the last month, he’d been having thoughts— romantic thoughts, not about girls like he usually would. Am I really doing this? He was straight (or so he thought,) but he pondered about why couldn’t he stop thinking about Damien’s dick. He was near the end, but one final thought came to mind—James and Damien were both on their knees in front of him as he exploded across their faces.
