Chapter 7

“Did he say I was gay?”

“No, we never talked of such things, although he knows I am. How would he know you were gay? I hoped you were, and when I first met you this morning, my gaydar said you were straight, and my hopes were dashed. I’m so glad I was wrong.”

Ian nodded. “You’re going to fuck me in a little while, huh?” He lifted the lid from the array of treats, complimenting himself on setting the stage for the next encounter.

“I think so, with your consent.”

Ian smiled and whispered, “Yes, please.”

Jordan handed Ian’s briefs to him. “Would you feel more comfortable wearing something?”

“It’s like you can read my mind!” He put the sexy red briefs on, hiding his boned dick. “I have a briefs fetish and own over three dozen. I only have one pair of panties. I’m afraid someone might find out.” He beamed while selecting a plate with chocolate cake from the tray. “Yum, I love chocolate.”

Jordan patted his back. “I thought you said you didn’t love me?”