We eventually reached my Tudor, and he parked the Hummer behind my truck. He pulled the keys out of the ignition.
“You have me frazzled, Victor. All I can think about is sex with you and our bodies grinding together.”
I laughed with him, not at him.
“Lead me astray,” he told me as he exited the Hummer and followed me to the front stoop of the Tudor. 18: Fuzzy-Headed
We undressed, peeling off each other’s clothes and dropping them to the bedroom floor. Our tongues danced together, and our bare chests collided. Nipples rubbed together, and our tight navels kissed.
I couldn’t think of anyone so beautiful in my life as he stood and faced me in my upstairs bedroom: huffing chest covered in black hair, light eyes reflecting in the tan light, broad shoulders with dents and perfect muscles, and pecs with pointed-pink nipples. I stared at the plump fixture between his legs: upright, eight inches long, uncut and with extra skin, veined.