sam wanted to masturbate but couldn’t get it up
nothing made him horny anymore it seemed
sighing he checked his voicemail
“hey ya idjits. got information on the case. call me back”
god that scratchy southern tone
insta boner
sam felt guilty but he couldn’t keep his hand away from his dick
he could almost smell the boozy musk of the older man
he imagined cumming in that beard and bobby saying
“mmm sammy you always were a gud boy”
he imagined sucking on that sweet old man sack
tounging that succulent bobby dick
the man who was practically his father was leading him to the brink of an orgasm
god this was wrong
but it felt soooooo right
sam thumbed his piss slit and imagined it was bobby
bobby sucking on the head of his cock
giving him beard burns on his dick
just then sam remembered that was an old voicemail
bobby was dead
sam came and cried
idk if i should cry or masturbate

WHYYYYYYYYYY THOUGH I AM EQUALLY SQUICKED AND SADDENED