#blainerstheislander

After sending a message to Blaine Anderson, as well as Charlie Fabray, informing the two of them of where his bungalow was located, Mitchell leaned back in his seat and waited for the first to arrive. Having been on the island numerous of times, Mitchell had gotten used to the hormone-driven climate and he thrived in it, so it only made it that much easier when he met those that were receptive to his advances. Both Charlie and Blaine talked a big game about how they could handle what he was packing, nearly eleven inches, but Mitchell wasn't about to give this up. If they wanted a fucking, they were going to get it. Making sure that he wore the shorts that he had taken the picture in, and nothing else, Mitchell looked in the mirror to see his erection straining against the fabric and he smirked lightly, knowing that he was about to get the relief he always desired.