As I followed Jon down the hallway to his bedroom, I kept telling myself that us hopping into bed would be a disaster. I wanted him so badly, more badly even than he so desperately wanted my cock inside him.”Are you sure?” I asked. Gay sex When I did, the tall blond, what, not a boy but too young to be considered a man, youth described him perfectly, wearing U.S. I wasn’t sure I heard right, so I lifted up and looked down into his eyes.His big blue eyes were open and looking back up into mine when he repeated his words, “Fuck me, Mike.”He may have tried to say more, I don’t know, because hearing him, my lips descended upon his, and my mouth was ravenous. We both cheated in unacceptable ways, and we caught each other at it. He still moved with the same sensual cat-like grace.That first Valentine’s Day, I stood in the aisle of a train as it pulled into Suburban Station in Center City Philadelphia, perhaps fifth or sixth in line to exit.
