Thoughts of getting him in bed, getting him on his hands and knees while I shoved my d**k so deep into him he’d feel me there for days, were what got me through that miserable summer.
* * * *
What was that saying about best laid plans?
When he came back from summer break, things between us were different—he was different. I didn’t realize it at first though.
“Hey, Willie Boy! How’s it hangin’? Why don’t you put on your 501s? We can—”
“I didn’t bring them, Michael. They got too worn over the summer.”
His suitcase was open on his bed. There were cargo pants and twill trousers, but no jeans at all. What he’d brought this semester would be okay, but they wouldn’t hug his fine frame like those jeans that had driven me dry-mouthed with lust whenever he wore them.
“Well, uh…that’s okay. Wh
