Chapter 11Although fierce sunlight heated Bron’s bare back, the crisp morning breeze brushed against his naked flesh, tickling his chest hair and making his n*****s hard as stone. It also stirred the hair on his testicles, irritating him that he’d been forced to leave his lover’s cozy bed for this insane rescue mission. Tiny peaks in the craggy rooftop stabbed the soles of his bare feet as he raced toward the rebellious lad, whose mischievous ways reminded him so much of himself at that age while living in the tenements.
All the way up to the Temple rooftop, its magnificent ivory, phallus-shaped spire towering above the city, Bron had cursed the situation. He actually pictured himself giving the lad several mighty wallops on the buttocks, but knew he would not. His heart just couldn’t emb
