Steven and Conrad have a weird relationship, one Steven can't figure out no matter how many times he looks at it. After weeks of hot sex and sweaty grappling Steven finds himself taking a romantic stroll on the beach with a woman, and the confusion he feels about his life overwhelms him.

Haunted

“What do you need me to do for you?” Steven asked. 


“My turn to do some belly rubbin’. Come here.” Conrad was strong enough to push them both upwards. Steven looked down, but he still couldn’t see it in the shadows—Conrad’s cock, thick against him and hard and wet. 


Conrad half-lifted, half-pushed Steven against the desk, still warm from where Conrad had lain, warm against Steven’s ass. Steven let his shorts slip off his feet. Conrad was hot on him, taking charge now. He settled Steven on the desk. Steven’s back arched and belly thrust forward, and instinct made his legs wrap around Conrad’s waist. Conrad used his tongue in Steven’s mouth, thrusting in with the same stroke as his cock against Steven’s belly. 


The thought stirred Steven again, made something deep in his belly lurch with desire. 


“Give me a hand,” Conrad panted. He pulled a little and put Steven’s hand on his cock. “Hold me like that. Oh, yeah.” 


Chapter 4