On a Sunday morning two weeks before, Conrad had straddled Steven’s hips and tickled at his ribs. Steven twisted beneath him, trying not to laugh, trying to flip Conrad off but it was no use. Conrad had nearly forty pounds on him and an upper body beautifully V-shaped and powerful. Steven gave up, twitching and laughing as Conrad’s hand’s poked at him. “Stop it! This is cruel and unusual punishment! I’m gonna call the cops!”
Conrad smiled and bent down. “So, will you come with me today?”
“I’ll come with you anytime.” Steven let his gaze drop down to Conrad’s c**k. It was brownish-black, much darker than his own, and even flaccid, a fistful of thickness. It dangled now on Steven’s belly, the mushroom-shaped head pressed against his golden pubic hair. His own c**k stirred, snaking upwards.
