He was like that, always squeezing your shoulder or upper arm – not touchy-feely so much as supportive, encouraging, showing you he was, like, connecting with you.“I- I guess it was… I dunno, just nice, feeling you close like that,” I mumbled.“Nice, huh?” he said neutrally.“Yeah… I dunno… it sounds weird,” I said, voice a little stronger. Gay sex Not yet, son. I shut my eyes against the sudden bright light, and when I opened them, there he was, and holy shit, his face… so intense, and on fire, his eyes all hot and hungry, his lips shiny with spit, staring deep into mine. Slow going, snow starting to come down in light, but steady drifts. He felt even bigger, now that he was out in the open, all hot and fleshy and leaving sticky trails on my cheeks back there, and when he rumbled deeper in his chest and clutched me a little tighter, I had to stifle a moan myself, as my own cock burped out a bubble of pre into my palm. His hand squeezed my hip again. He’s just my Dad. I loved Jekyll. Between us men?” he asked in that hypnotic voice, giving my cock another slow pump, and again, and again.
