They lay there for some time, kissing, fondling, caressing. “I need to use the bathroom,” Br’er said. He got up. Randy took hold of his hand. “But you’re not going to leave, are you?” he asked.
Br’er smiled. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”
“Good. Don’t be gone too long, okay?” Randy said with a grin.
“I won’t.”
When Br’er returned to the bedroom, Randy held up the sheet and invited Br’er in. Br’er lay down and snuggled up to the older man, relaxing into his embrace. I’ll just pretend this is for love not money, that he’s not married, and interested in me, not just sex, Br’er thought.
It wasn’t hard to do. Randy and Br’er made love twice more—each time with more tenderness and loving emotion than the time before. Finally, they drifted off to sleep holding each other snugly. Randy’s strong arms were wrapped around Br’er. Br’er’s head lay on Randy’s muscular chest, an arm around the man’s waist, a leg draped over Randy’s.