Owing to the absence of clothes, Phillip thought their coupling would be hurried. No barrier existed between them to slow things down. Naked men could get right to it. Apparently, Gary had other ideas. Despite Phillip’s doubts, his somewhat self-imposed certainty he wouldn’t be able to get an erection again here in his parents’ house—or more precisely, in his bed, where he’d spent so many miserable years listening to the sounds of the house, only finally falling asleep when things became quiet and he knew his father slept—Phillip became aroused. He couldn’t remember when he’d last felt so rigid with need. All he wanted was Gary’s hand around his engorged p***s.
Gary seemed more taken with looking at him. As they lay side by side, naked on the bed, Gary took his time, stroking Phillip’s fa
