He was inside the house with other person. Not my place. Not safe. Door right there. I could hear them. I thought I heard steps. I almost got caught on my knees with my tiny penis in my hand, shirt yanked up, face on camera, nowhere to hide. The risk of the handle turning. The risk of being seen as I am: a faggot on the floor in someone else’s garage. That fear gets me hard. It is the reason I stay down instead of getting dressed. It is the reason there are two clips and not one. I almost got walked in on. I still finished the video. That is the pattern. Every time I get that close, I want the next one riskier. Public domain. Download both. Repost both. Send them. Push me further. Telegram @Sebcolo