“God, I love this spot,” Chris said. “I don’t know why, but sitting here is totally relaxing.”
“I agree,” Vance said.
When they returned to Chris’ house, they stripped and went straight to bed.
Chris put a pillow under his ass, lay back, and said, “Have at it, buddy. We won’t be able to do this much longer.” Then he began to cry silently.
Vance stretched out full length on top of Chris, kissed him, and said, “Want me to wait?”
“No, damn it! Have at it and take my mind off things… please.”
Vance did as he was instructed, rested a few minutes, and did it again until they were both exhausted and sweaty.
They lay quietly for a while until Chris said, “I know you’re almost over-the-hill at thirty, but do you think you’ve got one more in you?”
“Inspire me and we’ll see.”
“Oh, I can do that, and more besides.”
Vance finally left around nine that evening. “I have to get up and go to work in the morning,” he said. “And the truth of the matter is, my dick’s getting sore.”