Now. Gay sex I had an exam the next morning. My own words echoed back at me: “Sometimes I love being bonded.”My heart skipped. I had forgotten I’d ever sent it. I got on behind him, and just like that, we were off.As we rode through the dark, his hand reached back to show me something on his phone. I even had to stick my tongue out while doing it. No one around. The breeze, the risk, his voice telling me what to do — it was next level. We’d only talked for fifteen minutes on FetLife, but something about him — the confidence in his tone, the way he said “trust me, boy” — had me saying yes before I thought it through. He told me to go ahead and be naked and ready. It was a little past midnight. Then my shirt hit the seat.He made me give him a handjob right there. I have an exam in five hours.”He just smiled.“I told you I’d wake you up.”Before leaving, he gave me a massage. At one point, I wasn’t sure if I was shaking from fear or desire. I’ll wake you up with all your senses.”Next thing I knew, he took my hand and placed it on his hard-on.
