Each night we would stop our travels at a different inn, where Tommy made sure we would be provided with decent food for the horses as well as for us and a bed with clean sheets. And true to his word, my friend had his hands on me at every discreet opportunity.
This time, however—the animals were bedded down, we’d finished a stroll through town after a light dinner, and had gone up to the room we shared.
“Do you…do you mind if I make love to you?” he asked hesitantly after he’d closed and locked the door.
“You already do.” I removed my coat and hung it up, then took his, hung it beside mine, and ran my palm over the front of it.
“I mean…may I sodomise you?”
I blinked at him. Previous to this, we’d got each other off with hands or mouths, and although my arse would have liked to become
