Modise
If he thought he could deny himself this, he was crazy, Modise thought as his hands ran up and down Baile’s smooth thighs. He wished the shorts Baile wore weren’t there, so he didn’t have to wait or speak to him in order to touch him where he wanted to touch him so very bad.
Not speaking gave him the wall he wanted so much to hide behind, because he knew he shouldn’t want this. But there he was craving the forbidden fruit.
He was salivating, just thinking about Baile’s c**k in his mouth. Back in the House he wasn’t given the opportunity to explore, touch him the way he wanted. And he has always wondered what Baile tasted like, and what he would feel like f*****g into his mouth.
Modise trembled, wanting just that.
Fuck…
It felt like his pent up emotions were choosing this
