I try to swallow it down for as long as I can, then I’m forced to let up for air.“Use more suction,” he demands.Suction? Gay sex Actually, can I ride in the back?”I glance behind at the huge Graco baby seat. “Stand up.” He yanks me up, then pushes my shorts down. I reach over and feel the curve of his ass, and caress his bulge. He turns and disappears into the thick forest.There’s no moon tonight, and I stumble over some fallen branches to chase after him.“Don’t worry, I know this place. Is this your car?” He wants to drive somewhere. I run my hands on it. It peeks out, pinned against his abs by the elastic of his track pants.We‘re deep in the woods now. My eyes are used to the dark now. “Spit on it.”I spit, and pity the circumcised men of the world. He’s wearing dark track pants and a skimpy black tank top. Hot. The windows of the ancient brick houses are empty and dark.For the first time in a while, I’m scared.
