[John doesn't even say anything. He is so embarrassed. Excuse him as he just gets up and goes where Dave directed him. When he opens the drawer he finds the lube and them um...assortment of items. He guesses these are the things Dave has for when he needs his own private time.
Maybe they can use those one day that isn't today. It's a thought John is willing to fancy for a moment. When he comes back he settles right where he was previously. Popping the cap on the lube and squeezing some into his hand to rub over himself. John hates how awkward he's being right now and how many times he's fumbled already. Hopefully Dave doesn't think he's a complete dweeb at this point.]
[When he positions himself he's pretty sure he's as ready as he'll ever be in this situation, and when he starts to more or less stick it to the man--all he can say is that it's tight and five million times better than masturbating.]
Shit dude. You didn't actually mention the tight fit part. [Funny thing here is that John is only about half way in.]
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Maybe they can use those one day that isn't today. It's a thought John is willing to fancy for a moment. When he comes back he settles right where he was previously. Popping the cap on the lube and squeezing some into his hand to rub over himself. John hates how awkward he's being right now and how many times he's fumbled already. Hopefully Dave doesn't think he's a complete dweeb at this point.]
[When he positions himself he's pretty sure he's as ready as he'll ever be in this situation, and when he starts to more or less stick it to the man--all he can say is that it's tight and five million times better than masturbating.]
Shit dude. You didn't actually mention the tight fit part. [Funny thing here is that John is only about half way in.]