When his c**k spasms in my hand and he moans
my name, his hand grasping at my knee, I come in a spurt that drips
down the side of the tub and into the grass. I can’t even remember
the last time I got off with someone, anyone, sure as hell
not Kent. Kent—
The name is like cold water on my erection,
and suddenly Luke’s body against mine is too hot, scalding almost.
I feel dirty and soiled and what the f**k am I doing here?
Massaging this boy in one hand, playing with myself in the other,
right out in the backyard where anyone can see, anyone at all, and
my lover’s on his way home, this is so damn wrong no matter
how right it feels. Embarrassed, I pull my hand from the tub, my
sleeve wet to my elbow where I reached into the water, and when
Luke kisses my jaw, I turn away. “Jesus,
