It was tidier than I expected, and the window was propped open with a chunk of 2×4. He knew what I was staring at.“Wanna hang out in my room?” he asked.We went back upstairs. Gay sex He looked crestfallen as I pulled it on.I opened the bedroom door. And it was working. I tried not to look at his tiny nipples, his stomach, the dark line of hair disappearing into his waistband, the grey bulge just beneath.“You wanna order a pizza? The kitchen was empty. We may have sucked each other off. His pits were damp. The roommate must have been here the whole time. miss you. His legs were meaty as his shorts rode up against them. Magnetic poetry tiles were scattered across the fridge door, a few pulled out into phrases: summer meat ing. My hand found the small of his back; I let it rest there. I couldn’t believe I had fallen for that scared-kid look earlier.“Tempting,” I said. Small and compact, with dark siding and peeling front windows, it cowered between its larger neighbors like a mistreated pet.“Yeah,” he said.
