“Hi,” he whispered. And in that single word I heard an epic novel.
“Hi,” I whispered back, reaching down between us to grab the hem of his T-shirt. Up I lifted it, his face momentarily disappearing. My eyes moved from said face to his chest, at two pink n*****s haloed in a swirl of auburn fuzz. There was a smattering of it between his dense pecs, but otherwise he was smooth. I was accustomed to Curtis’s hirsuteness, of the soft down that padded between us, but now it was simply skin to skin. My hands ran across the bare flesh. I watched my fingers move across him, felt his heart pounding, heard his soft moan as I grabbed a thick n****e between thumb and finger, twirling it between them. Here was a new country to explore, the lands of Brian and Curtis far beyond the horizon. And yet it was
