Mark remembered my penchant for men in hard hats. He came into the bedroom about a week after our talk with Paul, naked apart from a canvas tool belt around his waist, a hard hat on his head, and a lascivious smile on his face. “Heard you had a job for me, sir.”
“I do? Oh, yes, I do!” I tackled Mark to the bed and began to lick him in all his exposed places, and there were plenty.
“Condom,” Mark gasped when I engulfed him.
I hated that we had to play it safe. It took the spontaneity out of making love, but it was a fact of life, and one Mark insisted on. I hated the taste of rubber, but it was either that or no blowing Mark. Because I was a virgin when Mark and I got together, he wasn’t as strict about me wearing protection when he went down on me. This usually resulted in me getting an
