Chapter Twenty-Four
The morning bath ends. Under Miss Marsha’s close supervision, Johnny and I step from the tub, large towels awaiting. The protocol as always is to dry each other, Johnny’s delicate hands swabbing everywhere, his homophobia, had there ever been any, long ago extinguished. He touches with enthusiasm, knowing that with the weeks of chastity such brings to me a frisson of unwanted delight, particularly at my pubes and scrotum... that which he has been known to covet.
I reciprocate, but slowly, gingerly. With my homophobia, though seeming to recede with each visit, I am disinclined. Is this the challenge I must overcome to earn release?
“Very good, Andy. You have a tender touch. But be a little quicker,” Miss Marsha admonishes.
She knows very well that my sluggish efforts
