#MySexySaturday {33}: Yesterday's Secrets with Evelise Archer

Sorry this is going to be fast. Heading out the door for an all day show choir competition.  Enjoy this weeks contribution to MSS and be sure to check out the rest of the fun.  This scene is during the truth ceremony between Marik and Keegan during Keegan's pledging days.
Dakota

“Come on, Keegan.  We don’t have time for this.  Loose the robe.”  Marik held his hand out for the robe, his tone hard - once more the commanding pledge master. 

Clenching his teeth, Keegan knew he was screwed as the tip of his dick began to leak as his desire grew. Not only was he hard as a rock, he was going to have a huge wet spot on the front of his cotton boxers.  “Ah….I…please, can’t we just do the secrets without exposing my body?”

Marik’s face softened a bit. “Do you have scars?”  He lifted his hand to his side, brushing a faint mark Keegan hadn’t noticed earlier.  “They don’t bother me. I have my own from an appendicitis surgery.”

Keegan shook his head. “No, horrific scars, but I’m just…”

Marik’s hands went to his hips. “…being foolish.”  With a lightning quick grab, Marik spun him around so Keegan’s back was to him, then tore the robe from his shoulders. 

The material caught on his elbows and hauled Keegan’s arms back, effectively restraining him.  He groaned as Marik’s breath teased his neck. Gooseflesh raced over his arms and he jerked.

“Stop struggling. I’m not going to be comparing our dick sizes or anything…” His voice trailed off.    

Keegan turned his head to meet Marik’s gaze but immediately saw what the other’s man focus was on.  He glanced down and groaned.  His dick outlined so faithfully by the cotton stuck out, its wet head clearly visible through the material.  His shame was complete.

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