Chapter 17

“Okay, it must have been one hell of a weekend. It’s now Tuesday and you’ve still got that just fucked look on your face.”

David had blushed. “Oh, Corey, he’s wonderful.”

“I’m pleased for you, man. Not to mention jealous as hell. Tell me, is it true what they say about black guys having bigger dicks?”

David had smiled his dreamy smile, “Yep, it’s all true.”

“Lucky bastard. Look, Dave, I’ve got to jet, but tomorrow, my place, you’re coming over and you’re gonna describe everything, and I do mean ev-ery-thing, in detail to me.”

“Corey!”

“Tomorrow,” Corey said, turning and walking down the hallway.

* * * *

David managed to keep the more intimate aspects of the weekend private despite Corey’s best efforts to get him to tell all. He glowed as he spilled the beans about what he and Bud had done together.

Taking a sip from the glass of wine Corey had given him, David said, “And, though I promised myself that I wouldn’t, I told him I loved him.”