Later that night, after a warm shower together, during which our mutual exploration of each other’s bodies had had the expected aphrodisiac effect, Andy and I lay on the bed.
“Ready to relax?”
“Ubetchim, Red Ryder,” he said, using the nickname he’d adopted for me when he had first come into my life.
I got up, walked to the bathroom and took a bottle of body oil out of the medicine cabinet. By the time I returned, Andy had pulled off his boxers and turned on his stomach. I took a slow deep breath at the sight of his beautiful, muscular buttocks with that light coating of red hair. Dropping my towel, I crawled over the dogs, settled on their trundle, and onto the bed.
I straddled his legs and poured oil onto my hands. As I rubbed my hands together to warm the oil, I admired his back. Onc
