Chapter 17
Wayne rolled out of bed, then looked back at Frankie. He smiled as he saw Frankie’s exposed ass barely covered by a bed sheet. Frankie’s breathing long and loud, the snoring off and on. The cheap motel’s shag carpet tickled the soles of his feet as he walked toward the bathroom. Wayne stopped to pick up the condom he threw down on the floor earlier and dropped it in the trash can. He heard Frankie’s continued snore as he closed the bathroom door and ran the shower.
Checking in at this dive had been Frankie’s idea. If the term male nymphomaniac required a picture in the dictionary, Wayne suspected that Frankie’s picture would be there. Since the first blowjob at the base gym, Frankie never tired of texting Wayne for hookups. These secretive meetings occurred at Wayne’s dorm or
