The clock was also being a real bitch and not moving fast enough. Gay sex We’re back in our sanctuary of a basement.“Oh, God…” I act exasperated, but I am curious.“Don’t be mad at me for saying this, but I love having you back. Except this was something else entirely.“Hey.” Oh my God, I’d know that baritone anywhere.“Hi.” Eloquent as always!“Alex?” He asked. “Why didn’t you talk to me?”“Nah, man,” He says wiping his tears before they fall. “Four fucking years, Ted.”“Alex, little dude…” He starts, unable to meet my eye.“I’m not your little dude.” And with that, the unkindest cut of all, I storm out of his room.Ted and I live like roommates over the next few days. I had no interest in catching up with high school friends or whatever. I hurt so much: from the savage way his cock assaulted me, the bites, the nasty, degrading words, his spit on my cheek delivered right before he left the apartment for the night. His touch is warm and makes my body sing.
