Miguel wants more than his key from me.

When I knock on Miguel's door, it opens immediately. He's standing there in nothing but a pair of red briefs and his hard cock is jutting out of the waistband.

"Wanna fuck?"

I'm a little taken aback, but honestly, the answer is yes, so I choose to flirt with him and tease a bit.

"What has you so worked up?"

"Your beautiful, slobbery dick, that's what. You should lock yourself out more often." I feel myself boning up to my full seven inches.

Falling to his knees, Ivan starts unbuttoning my pants. He pulls them down, along with my underwear, and swears. "Shit, that's hot."

There's a pool of slimey goo in the pouch of my briefs, and a huge drop of pre hangs from my cock, swinging on a thread of slime coming from my cockslit.

"Huh. I don't usually have precum," I say.

Miguel pauses. He looks a little concerned.