Six Sentence Sunday!

Right after stepping out of the shower on Sunday morning, James could hear muffled voices. The sun was just rising on the horizon, the privacy glass of the small window creating orange and pink rainbows along the pedestal sink. The house was quiet enough to hear the two men talking in the kitchen down the narrow hallway. His father and Jet. There was no mistaking that deep, slow drawl of the sun-kissed cowboy. Just hearing him made James’s cock spring to life.