Chapter 17

Mike had released him for the last few seconds, but as soon as he regained enough control, he went back to work. The steady strokes had Adam on the edge of a climax in no time.

Just before he came, he remembered the condoms in a pocket of his jacket. They were probably old and the rubber could have gone bad, but he should have used them. It was something he seldom forgot. Being safe was important, but it was too late now. Then all coherent thought flew out of his head as he let go.

He managed to get off Mike’s chest before his legs gave out. For a simple hand job, it had carried quite a wallop. Could be it had something to do with whose hand had done the job? He’d already seen Mike had good hands. Now he knew for sure.

After he caught his breath, Adam stood. “You got a washcloth or something? We could use a little cleaning up here.”

Mike started to struggle off the mat, but Adam stopped him. “Just tell me where. I’ll get it.”