Todd, who had gotten to Fenn’s pants and underwear and now had his hands under his shirt, moaned. The door was open and the place was, if not crowded, well occupied.“Dad!” Dylan greeted him.“You need to go over to the Andersons my oldest apple,” Fenn said, wrapping an arm around his son. Gay sex Bryant had taught him this. “I go to horrid man after horrid man thinking that this dick’ll fuck me so hard it’ll get all the bad stuff out of me. Is there one reason we shouldn’t just take this to the bedroom?”“Or the floor?” Fenn mouthed on his neck.Todd’s mouth parted and he whispered, “or the kitchen table.”They nuzzled for a long time. I’ve got a degree in journalism. All of his long body, that olive color, the dusting of black hair deeper, thicker on his chest, toward his groin where his sex was dark as Fenn’s nearly, and he pulled at Fenn now, at his trousers, at his underwear, while Fenn’s hands kneaded him, stopped to kiss him on his hips, on his stomach, stopped to take his penis deep in his mouth, as far as possible.
