The next morning

The next morning you wake up slowly and look at the clock: it's two hours before you have to be awake. Smiling to yourself you decide to pay some much needed attention to you rigid morning-wood.

As your hand starts rubbing up and down your meat you begin to think about the fun you had last night with Bobby and moan. Continuing to masturbate you happen to look at the mirror next to your bed. It gives you a perfect view of Bobby. It appears that he never put his clothes back on after last night. His erect dick was definitely of importance.

But Bobby’s open-eyed stare was what struck you first.