Chapter 7: Keith
I had to laugh to see Gerard run to get the supplies. I hurried downstairs, pulled off my shirt, hauled my jeans and shorts down around my calves, and leaned against the pool table.
“What the f**k? You got my spot.”
“It’s time you learned to f**k a man, Gerard. Get to work. I haven’t had a c**k in my ass for a long time, so please be gentle.” I looked at him and smiled. “I know you’ll be gentle.”
“You said bring lube. I didn’t bring condoms,” he growled. “I’ll be right back.”
“Stay put, babe. I want you in me, man on man, nothing between us. I know I’m clean, and I have no doubt you are. Unless you don’t feel okay with it, let’s get this thing going.”
Gerard peeled off his T-shirt and practically tripped out of his pants. He was rock hard, and his c**k was throbbing
