But Tuesday wasn’t any better, on any front. Danny called Ashok twice on Monday afternoon, and texted him what he thought was a casual invite for “coffee or something,” but had heard nothing back. Ashok had acted super interested, and they’d definitely had chemistry in the sack. It had not been a don’t-call-me-I’ll-call-you parting. They’d reveled in each other’s bodies. Ashok had kissed or nibbled just about every inch of Danny, which was no small undertaking. He’d practically worshiped Danny’s feet with his tongue, and eaten out his ass like it was sweeter than the dessert they’d shared. He’d f****d Danny with the creativity of an artist and the stamina of a pro athlete, and he’d blown Danny as if he had the break-away jaw of a snake. They’d kissed until Danny’s face was numb, and they’d
