He whispered about how good I felt, how much he enjoyed having me under him. When I reached his chest, I took a moment to admire the piercing that adorned his left nipple. Gay sex Was it lust? “It’ll be here in about thirty.”We settled into a comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need to be filled with constant chatter. We laughed together, the sound mingling with the sticky, sweet smell of our mingled sweat. It was a sizeable bulge, and the way it moved with his stride was… I wanted to play it down, to keep the cool exterior I had worked so hard to maintain, but it was useless. “But if you’re really that eager to get your hands dirty, the cleaning supplies are under the sink. “Well, I’m saying it now,” he said, his tone casual, as if he was just commenting on the weather. “Well, as much as you act like a saint, I’m guessing you’re not contributing to the chaos around here,” I quipped, picking up a stray sock from the floor and tossing it at the laundry pile.
