In the shower, Dennis looked down at his limp d**k. Would he ever feel like having s*x again? Without Colton he didn’t think so, or were the rules in Heaven different? He’d have to ask Brett, although how one would bring up such a personal subject, Dennis didn’t know.
Because Colton worked shifts, they hadn’t been able to sleep together every night. On those lonely nights Colton spent at the firehouse, Dennis would jerk off to mental images of his man…in or out of uniform.
Drying off and putting on a clean pair of Calvin Kline briefs—Brett sure had good taste in underwear—Dennis was just about to leave the bathroom when he heard a fanfare of trumpets. It wasn’t overly loud, quite pleasant really. Opening the door, he saw a number of guys—mostly jocks from the looks of them—walk briskly
