The late-night departures had become a regular, unsettling pattern. Gay sex I served myself a bowl of cereal at the kitchen counter. His pole looked wider from side to side. I attempted to swallow without coughing. I stood up and crept to the entrance. I caught mine too. A few immature financial decisions and I marched myself back into my parents’ house. I ignored the warning. Crude illustrations and text adorned its surface. Crude illustrations and text adorned its surface. He pushed his hips firm against the stall wall. Two veins ran down to the base. “Softly round” could also describe his personality. I wrapped my lips and tongue around his bulbous head. He rounded the corner tucking his white shirt into his grey trousers. I crept up the stairs and found Dad’s red undies on the laundry basket. His new silence told me I had answered his question. Starting from the base, up the shaft, over the glans, right to the tip and back again.
