Chapter Eight“William?” Lucius called through the door. “William, dinner.”
Hearing no response, he opened the door. William was asleep, lying just where Lucius had left him several hours earlier. He was still naked, no covers on in the afternoon warmth, and he was breathing serenely. Lucius shook his head thinking about how Jennifer could look at this beautiful man and think there was something dark inside him.
He approached the bed, and saw, to his surprise and delight, that William’s c**k was larger than usual, and pointed upward. A very good sign. Without thinking, he reached out and gently stroked his fingers down its length.
Suddenly, William was upright, grasping Lucius’s wrist painfully with both hands. His eyes were wild, his breathing shallow, every muscle tense.
“Ouch, Willia
