Chapter 8

“I think I love you,” he said. “And it scares me to pieces.”

“I know I love you,” Martin replied. “It’s scary to me too. I haven’t felt this with anyone before. But I want you so bad.”

Positioned above Martin with his legs on either side of him, he looked down at the beautiful boyish chest of his soon-to-be lover and thought back to all those times he’d stared at this man who had somehow managed to crawl into his heart. He bent his head down and started to kiss a perfectly round nipple. He wished there was a way he could inhale Martin, inhale his boyishness, his innocence, his zest for life. Perhaps he could share in it, and Martin could help to awaken that in him again. Moving his palm down Martin’s silky skin, it came to rest at the waistband of his briefs. He had been waiting so long for this moment. With an expert tug the briefs were trailing at Martin’s knees and his hardening shaft with its blond tuft in full view.