It’s just one word.“Pic?”“He wants a picture of you.” I say to Gabe.“Oh. Gay sex But I have an idea. I open it, it’s from “A”, the guy I’d fucked in the stairwell the night before.“Hey”“U up?”“Wanna fuck me again?”“Is that Grindr?” asked Gabe, more awake now, he turns on the bedside light.“Yeah” I blush a little as I put the phone down.“Can I see it?” he asks.“Sure” I say, handing the phone to him, a note of confusion in my voice.“I’ve never used Grindr, had a boyfriend for eight years” said Gabe, explaining his curiosity. He strained forward as his body buckled with the strength of his orgasm. Despite what he said, Gabe seems a bit disappointed. He frowns“Ben, I don’t know if I want a picture of my penis floating around the internet”“That’s ok” I reply, “You don’t have to send him that if you don’t want to. He strained forward as his body buckled with the strength of his orgasm. I check the message. He looks great with the open shirt. Neither did I. I type out another message to go with the picture“Sorry, no dick pic but this is him” A reply comes back.“Cool, what room?”“He wants to come over,” I say to Gabe. He winked at me, then
