“Why are you?” I asked, beginning to recover, wishing his groin would move away from my hip. I was imagining all kinds of things about that mysterious area.
“Just told you. Decided to make it with a guy. You the guy.”
“I’m honored.” I strove for irony, but it fell flat.
“You oughta be,” he said, coming for number three. It was more like the first, aggressive, full of suppressed violence and passion. Yeah, that was it. Passion. Suddenly, his hand slipped beneath mine and he clasped my c**k. Already half-hard, it firmed up quickly, betraying me. The kiss was so long, I was forced to take a breath. His aftershave flooded my nostrils, not unpleasantly. I could feel his freshly shaved beard beneath the skin, the push of air against my cheek as he exhaled. And that tongue. It went wild. Despi
