Rafe smiled, slipped off the bed, and stood to remove his clothing. “You make it sound like I’ve never heard you say no before.” He lifted his shirt over his head and his prominent rib bones strained against the skin of his too-thin sides. “Or that I’ve not heard you be disgusted by my sexuality.” He didn’t have to undo the jeans any further for them to fall to the floor. He really was too thin, Lyle thought. Lyle was sure that a good strong wind would knock him over. But the hair above his c**k was as thick and luxurious as the hair on his head, and the c**k below it was beautifully straight, hard, and perfect. “I’ve seen a lot of different sides of you, Lyle.”
Lyle stared at Rafe’s body even as he spoke. “Well that, my friend, was certainly the part of your mind that was imagining shit.
