It was Prince’s I Wanna be Your Lover, but it was none of his business. I cut a pair of jeans into shorts, paired them with a cut off t-shirt that showed my flat belly and the first hint of abs and set off for the park by the lake near our home.I started too fast and found myself quickly winded, so I alternated between walking and running. Gay sex “What’re you listening to?””Just music,” I answered. You want a ride, Matt?””No thanks,” I answered, confused. My parents hadn’t gone, and Cat sure didn’t. A small final pearl hung from the head of his softening cock, the same cum in my belly and lingering on my breath.9.Not enough? But the truth was less promising: things between them had grown more tense, and being around them was increasingly uncomfortable. One of his favorite songs was Catfish by the Four Tops. A visible shiver rippled through him at my touch, a flicker of some new resignation in his gaze. “Fuck.” The magazine slipped from my grasp as my focus narrowed to the insistent pleasure between my legs.
