I explored him anew, my hands relearning the map of his slender body, the dip of his waist, the curve of his shoulder, the softness of his inner thigh. Satisfied, he turned back to Andy, who now hung almost suspended, his toes barely brushing the damp earth, his body held upright solely by the rope biting into his neck and the friction of the branch above. Gay porn “Good morning, my hero,” he murmured, a playful challenge in his eyes before diving down again. My fingers traced the dark bruise circling his throat, a stark reminder of fragility, before sliding down the smooth plane of his back, lower still, to cup the firm swell of his buttocks. I positioned the cutters carefully, the blades sliding between the plastic and his skin. safe and soft and liberating.” He paused, fingers brushing the soft grey fabric of his new hoodie sleeve. I wanted to try it, and he said he would help me experience it,” as he traced the rim of his coffee mug, avoiding my eyes.
