Chapter 4

“You been lots of places, Wayne?” I asked. “With Mister Cody, I mean?”

Again he nodded. “Lots, why?”

I chose my words carefully. “This, what we’re doing here, calling each other beautiful and all, does that, you know, happen often?”

He sighed. “Only needs to happen once, far as I’m concerned.”

Damn, I thought, where had this man been hiding while I’d been fucking nameless dirty strangers? I kissed him and fell down on him, our sweaty bodies slipping and sliding over one another, the brass bed creaking as the train squealed around a sharp curve.

He rolled us over, me on the bottom now. His mouth moved from my lips down my neck, goose bumps rising up my arms as he bit down on a nipple. I writhed as he chomped, his hand stroking my cock now, mine running through his thick mane of hair.