Chapter 16

His recollection of that first time, combined with memories of other furtive encounters, created an erotic collage of images—of naked flesh and hard cocks, of manly hair and muscle—which excited him so much, it wasn’t long before he climaxed over the blanket. It was nothing to turn it over so the wet side was away from him. By morning it would be dry and the semen stain barely detectable. He hoped.

Once more on his side, he snuggled down and closed his eyes.

Somewhere in the darkness, further along, he could hear other men pleasuring themselves. Their quiet panting and the legs of their beds scraping gently on the wooden floor gave them away. As did their muffled grunts as a good many other blankets were sprayed with seed.

Later, in the dead of night, Jacob was woken up by someone gently shaking him. He opened his eyes slowly, reluctantly, and saw a figure squatting by the bed.

“It’s Peter.”

Jacob lifted his head off the pillow.