Chapter 6

The bus was already at the stop when Brad arrived. Once on board, seated beside a well-groomed, overly perfumed, and quite overweight woman in a department store uniform, all Brad could think about was Enzo. Unrelieved, his cock grew hard again and he longed for the privacy of his room so he could deal with it in the only way possible. With visions of Enzo’s hairy Italian body fresh and vivid in his mind, it wouldn’t take long.

He pushed through the gate of number 38, eager to get to his room. On the way, he collected his mail—a single letter from his health insurance provider. His foot had barely touched the bottom step when he heard a door open behind him.

“You’re home late,” said Douglas, leaning out of his living room, his tone a bit too paternal for Brad’s liking.

“I showered at work. Anything wrong?”

“Your two mates dropped by. Interrupting me from my work.”

“I’m sorry. Not sure what I can do about that since they have to ring the front doorbell to get to me.”