Yes...looks like Glen came to pay a visit...

"Damn that was hot..."
Jason's eyes swivelled to the side and saw the man himself, Glen fucking Roberts, eyeing him with a flushed face and one hand down the denim shorts he was wearing.
"Glen... I...I... this... isn't what it looks like..." he stammered.
Moving closer, Glen knelt down between Jason's outstretched legs. "No I suppose not," he said, bringing his free hand to gently hold Jason's wrist, pushing slightly and making Jason groan as his fingers slid deeper into his ass.
"One question, Jase."
"Yes?"
"Who was it you wanted to fuck you?"