I’m driving down the highway, just after the gym where I’ve moved iron and steel. On the wheel, my arms are shaky. My legs could be sponges. Of the manhood I’ve earned, I am proud. Beside me, my partner, my man, whatever he is rests his hand on my leg—which is okay, until it creeps…finds a secret.
He slowly slides his hand to where, at my trunk, those sp…
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