Chapter 58

At last, with obvious reluctance, he withdrew and pushed Roy back on his heels. “You’re right. You suck cock really well, but right now I want to fuck that nice ass of yours.”

“Yes,” Roy said. “Oh, yeah, I want that too. I want to feel that big cock of yours, clear up to your balls.”

Roy tried to get up enough to rest his body on the bed, but his legs had gone to sleep. Without the use of his hands, he was almost as helpless as a turtle on its back. Seeing the problem, Craig caught his arm and lifted him off the floor. Roy fell forward face down onto the bed. Again he felt the slick coolness of the bedspread, almost like water under his face. The fabric held a faint trace of Craig’s unique scent, a combination of sweat and maleness, the juniper odor of his shaving lotion, and a hint of Sam as well. He inhaled the scent, as if to fix it in his senses.