Chapter 17

“What are you doing?”

“Making certain that my nails are closely trimmed.”

“At a time like this? Why?”

“Wait and see.”

He rolled over and opened the drawer in the nightstand. He took out a tube of K-Y and squeezed a bit of it onto his middle finger. He rolled back to his position against Noah and said, “Raise your knees just a bit and spread your legs slightly.”

Noah did as instructed, and Tom began to explore with his lubed finger.

“That’s kind of cold.”

“It’ll warm up quickly.”

He continued to probe more and more deeply until he found a small bump the size of a walnut. He massaged the bump gently, and Noah’s erection twitched. He massaged it vigorously, and Noah’s pelvis began to wiggle around and against his finger. “I just found your prostate.”

“I know,” Noah said.

“You do?”

“I may have been a nineteen-year-old virgin,” Noah said, “but I’ve read a few books. For that matter, I’ve stuck a few things up there from time to time.”