Hot. Gay sex He started gently, then parted my lips, our tongues meeting with a voracious hunger. Own it.”He swallowed, nodding, eyes fixed on the can.“Take aim,” I said.He raised the pistol, but his hands trembled. Speak when I let you. That’s part of the lesson.His eyes were heavy—he wanted to stay up, to be part of the moment, but I’d run him into the ground. His face showed the weight of exhaustion, but he didn’t complain. I was weak and gave in. My dad always had rifles around. Carl got out slower, eyes scanning the treeline. The heat between us was thick now. Carl got out slower, eyes scanning the treeline. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees again, eager to repeat the afternoon’s ritual. I’d sneak a look in the locker room. His face showed the weight of exhaustion, but he didn’t complain. I knew he was hungry, knew he needed water, rest, and something solid in his gut.
