He hiked up his black t-shirt over the mound of his own solid gut, firm and furred with silvery curls. Gay sex I have to. He never knew how to talk to Tai.It wasn’t just Tai’s prolonged silences or oddly formal grammar. “The Squirt shouldn’t have put us together.”He pulled a pair of dark sweats and matching hoodie from a hook next to his bed, untouched since his last visit, and pulled them on.”I’m going downstairs.” he said, zipping the hoodie halfway up, leaving visible his chest hair and the parting of his pecs.Trent turned on his heels and left, his round ass cheeks bouncing on every step.”Fucker,” whispered Chris under his breath, alone. It scalded his throat and nose, but it felt good and he took another gulp.Hank ran a big warm hand under the Squirt’s t-shirt, and the firmness of it was calming. He dug his fists into his hoodie, turned and walked away.”Oh,” said Uncle Hank. He lifted himself off his cousin, letting his cock drop against his belly, expertly dismounting both Chris and the bed.”I can sleep on the sofa tonight.” Trent said in a clipped tone.
