Most of his fantasies involved Matt in one form or another. “Whatever,” he bit out. Free porn “Oh, come on!” Matt yelped as another punch came flying at him. It was a bit much, considering he was the only one eating pizza for two days, but who was he to question his mother? The towel fell away just as fast, revealing to the mirror his—just as rock-solid—eight inch boner. “Poor choice of words, Peter.”
“Go crucify yourself, Matt!” His fist lined up for another gut punch. He toyed with his nipples, prominent and brown, back to the wall. “Anyways, no. They never thought he was fifteen.
