“We drove out here together, we’re staying.” His boot grinds into the dirt, his jaw working like he’s chewing on glass. Relief floods through me, but it’s short-lived.Brendan’s eyes flick between us, his expression hardening. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, and we both sink to the ground, the cold forgotten as I continue to bob my head back and forth along his shaft, my cheeks hollowing with each suck. Gay porn “What’s the grade like?”I glance at him. Brendan’s footsteps fade into the distance, leaving behind only the rustle of branches and the distant call of a jay.My throat dry, I take in a deep breath. “But I’ve been thinking.”Hayden straightens. It was easy with him.”Brendan doesn’t move.Hayden glances at me again, then back at Brendan. There’s no good excuse. “We made coffee.”Brendan’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t respond. I peek out first, and Brendan’s tent is zipped up tight: no movement, no light. “How did this… start? I guess my not bringing it up made you think you couldn’t tell me about Joey.Brendan doesn’t say anything more, and none of us pushes it. I find Hayden’s blue Nike shorts first and slide them back on, the mesh lining brushing against my still-sensitive skin.
