Henry was still lying on the ground, getting all dirty from the earth, laughing and holding his stomach when his eyes wandered from my face to my crotch.
I turned away so he wouldn't be able to see it; the fabric of my jogging pants was thick, but there was still a slight bulge.
I thought of the old dragon, which was the fastest way to get rid of an erection, but I hadn't even started to calm down when Henry hugged me from behind and forced me to turn around.
He was still on his knees, apparently having shuffled on them to my side.
Henry looked up at me and rubbed his mouth over my pants at the spot that had just gone down a bit.
I grabbed his hair, and looking down at him, I naturally stood erect again, especially with him provocatively grazing my cock with his lips, his mouth half open, and his eyes transmitting absolute obedience.
