Chapter 17: Charity Auction
John and I did get our night on the town, and we did end up at a leather bar with a couple of middle-aged bottoms who were happy to be f****d until they couldn’t walk straight. The whiskey didn’t entirely work, however, and all I got from it was a hangover the next morning that made me long for The Big One to hit and end my misery. I stopped for a latte and got busy editing the scenes we’d already shot.
Watching the kid on film didn’t do much for my emotional state, either. I remembered how that hot ass felt wrapped around my c**k, how that wiry body had responded to my touch. And it wasn’t just the s*x I remembered. I thought about the kid’s contagious smile, his enthusiasm, the way he stood up to me. I missed the clothes on the floor and the dirty dishes in
