Look through the small opening in the door
From Create Your Own Story
The floorboard creaks softly under your careful steps as you edge toward the half-open door, heart pounding in your ears. Through the gap, Kevin's bedroom unfolds—a mess of rumpled sheets, the flickering blue glow of the TV casting shadows across his bare skin. He's sprawled across the mattress, completely naked, his pale thighs spread wide.
Your breath catches. You've never seen him like this—not the lean lines of his torso, not the way his stomach tenses as his fist pumps rhythmically along his cock. Thick veins stand out along its length, glistening with pre-cum. It's obscenely large, easily nine inches and rigid as steel. The wet sounds of his stroking mix with the porn blaring from the TV—moans, slapping flesh, someone begging for more.
Kevin's head is thrown back against the pillows, lips parted, tongue dragging over his bottom lip as he watches. His free hand pinches a nipple, twisting roughly. Every muscle in his body is taut, his hips jerking upward into his own grip. The scent of sweat and musk hangs thick in the air.
You should leave. You know you should. But your fingers tighten on the doorframe instead, transfixed by the raw, unfiltered hunger on his face—the way his thighs tremble as he nears the edge. Do you :
