Maybe Miguel will let me in?

I avoid any further embarrassment as I head up the stairs, and Miguel is gracious enough to let me borrow his key. He's just about to hand it to me when he glances down - for the third time - and smirks.

"Looks like you've sprung a leak, Ivan. You want some help with that?"

You don't have to look down to know your cock is drizzling more precum. What the fuck?

"Thanks for the key, Miguel. I'll bring it right back."