Chapter 35

“We should get naked,” Brenton suggests, his words coming out rough, gravelly, like he’s been gargling sand.

“I like the way you think.” Zeke pulls his hand out of Brenton’s jeans, and he mourns the loss for a few seconds as Zeke rolls off him and strips.

Brenton removes the rest of his clothes, then watches as Zeke wiggles out of his own tighter jeans. His hips, his long legs, everything—Brenton wants to touch every inch. So he does. He reaches out and runs his hands all over Zeke’s body, exploring with his fingers and his mouth, loving the way it makes Zeke squirm and gasp.

“Can we…I want to…Damn it, I’m not sixteen. I can ask for what I want. I want you to fuck me,” Zeke says breathlessly.

“I am more than happy to do that,” Brenton replies.

“Good. I want you inside of me. I want your hands on my hips, and your cock deep inside me.”

“Do you have lube? And condoms?” Brenton asks. He doesn’t carry them in his wallet like some guys.