Sitting on the toilet, expelling a seemingly endless amount of trapped wind, Joey tried to examine how he felt. For the first time in thirty-five years of life, he’d let another man f**k him. No, f**k was too crude. He could tell his little pup had put his heart and soul into trying to make it as good for him as he could. Okay, the little bloke would probably always remain a bottom, but he’d made a decent stab at being a top.
Joey winced at his inappropriate choice of words.
Did he feel any less of a man for allowing someone to take his cherry? Joey had to think hard over that one. It had certainly required a huge dose of courage to allow someone to do it. But he had no regrets. He had to prove to himself as much as Kevin, that they were meant for one another. What better way of demons
