Since then, he hadn’t been on a date, kissed a guy, or arranged another one-night-stand. Things had become sexually dead in his life. His cock turned dormant for the last year and a half. No wonder he wanted the park ranger to worry about him. Any man in Josh’s sexually obsolete life would have. Right?
“I figured as much,” Zeth said. Then his cellphone chirped. He lifted it off his left hip. He looked at the incoming number and said, “Sandra needs me.”
“You should get that. And I should get to my lawn.”
Again, the two men didn’t shake hands. Instead, Zeth closed the comfortable gap between them, wrapped Josh against him, brushed lips against Josh’s neck, and provided the man a firm squeeze. Chests locked together. Crotches touched.
When Zeth pulled away from Josh, he said, “I’ll be checking in on you from time to time. Just don’t shoot me.”
“Never. I wouldn’t do that.”
“Accidents happen. You know they do.”