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We were lying in a sweaty, cum-covered mess on my bed when something shifted.

Jake, who had been the shy, hesitant one all night, suddenly sat up with a wicked glint in his eyes. His cock was rock hard again, and he looked at Ethan like a predator who had finally found his prey.

“You’ve been running the show all night,” Jake said, his voice surprisingly deep and commanding. “Now it’s my turn.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh yeah? You think you can handle me, pretty boy?”

Jake didn’t answer with words.

He grabbed Ethan by the throat and pushed him onto his back with...