Slower. “I want to.”My hands were shaking. Gay porn “Make us proud, alright?”I nodded.My sister was last. “I’ll go slow.”And he did.Every step of it, he was careful. “Dude. His chest was tan and broad, muscles flexing slightly every time he moved. The engine hummed louder. I knew that. “That’s where we kissed.”“Yeah,” he said, eyes flicking to the goalpost. The curtains drawn. I’ve been putting this off all day. Hoodie packed at the bottom where I could not see it but still felt it somehow.My flight was at night. No smile. Never begged. But time doesn’t do that. The town disappeared under a sheet of clouds. Like museum glass, you don’t press too hard. “It’s not like that.”“Then what is it?” I asked, my voice cracking. A slice of cake. Always drawn. I wanted to be his, fully. I didn’t answer when he texted. Silent.The only sound was our breathing.I thought he’d pull away. Not out loud.He texted me the week before.
