I watched the clay squeeze between them. I drove into him, harder, faster, our bodies smacking together. Gay sex I felt him move beneath me, felt the push back as I ground my hardness against him. I glanced over at him every chance I got, looked at his smooth skin along the side of his torso and down his arm. “Try it now.”Josh climbed into the cab and hit the starter. It was boredom made manifest. The driver’s license, a threshold between being a kid on a bicycle and being closer to a man who was free to go where he wanted. It was almost ticklish and I struggled to control my breathing.Then the touch was gone.I lay there waiting for its return, then looked down to see Josh just frozen in place, squatted down next to me staring down at my stomach, fully exposed by my t-shirt having slid upward when I had scooted back a bit.
