Chapter 13

For the next ten minutes while I tippled from the bottle, he worked me with his mouth and hands, eventually draining me of another load of cum. He sucked out the last drops from me, then stood and kissed me long and hard, allowing me to taste some of my seed.

“Any tension left in you?” he asked.

The beer had kicked in and the blowjob had indeed helped. Best of all, during the entire act, I hadn’t even thought once about Ford. Not until that moment. Thankfully, now sexually satisfied, the moment swiftly passed. “Yeah, man,” I said, giving him a kiss on his left shoulder. “I damned well needed that.”

“Glad I could help,” he said, grabbing the soap and lathering both of us. “Still not willing to talk about it?”

“Nothing much to say.”

“Bullshit.”

“All right, there is a lot, but it’s a long and complicated story. Work-related, you know?”

“Not really, but then again, we freelance artists have our own complicated lives.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet. Anyway, thanks for asking.”