Ryan didn't even try to take control of Horst. He was just glad to have human contact again. It felt so good
to have his buddy inside him. Horst wore him the rest of the day. Even when his date with Stacy got hot, Horst
just tucked Ryan's pouch under his ball sac while he screwed Stacy. He snapped the pouch back over his half
hard still condom clad cock. As Horst's cock soften, it wormed its way out of the sperm filled condom. Ryan
found himself absorbing every last drop.
Horst stripped down to his jockstrap when he got home. He didn't shower, he just climbed into bed. He had a
long day, and he fell asleep almost instantly. Ryan lay there in the darkness under Horst's sheet and blanket.
He felt slimy and dirty, but he felt alive. The cock he was clinging to seemed warm and comforting. Horst was
his buddy, they had been since they were little. He felt safe with Horst, he knew Horst was just protecting
him - at least that's what he thought Horst thought. The bravado about his life being better with Ryan gone
was just justification. Horst just didn't want Ryan to be lost again. That was is. Ryan tightened himself
around Horst's manhood. He recalled Bobo his favorite toy when he was little. As Ryan fell asleep, Horst's
cock and Bobo seemed to merge into one.
Horst started to dream, his cock started to stiffen again. Ryan and Horst's dreams began to merge together.