Best Friends Shouldn't Crave Your Moan
Noah was completely hard, leaking into his underwear, totally lost in the feeling of Zach’s huge body dominating over him.
For a few blissful minutes, the whole world disappeared and nothing else existed.
Then Zach frozed and suddenly pulled back, breathing like he had just run a marathon, his eyes wild with shock, lust and sudden fear
“Fuck…” he gasped, stepping back away from Noah, like he just touched fire. His chest heaved. “We can’t. Damn it, Noah… you’re my best friend.”
He ran a hand through his hair, looking torn and conflicted, before Noah could say a word, Zach turned around and stormed out of the locker room, leaving the door swinging back and forth behind him.