“It’s a challenge, especially because the way you identified yourself has gotten knocked around ever since I got you to blow me in the alley.” Alex pats my cheek. Gay porn There’s my phone—shit, that’s a lot of notifications. I kept thinking, exit, not an entrance, but I breathed deeply and tried to relax. “If I go all ‘friend of Dorothy?’ What the hell does that even mean?”Alex chuckled. It was reckless, but maybe I was tired of trying to lose a tail or three every time I left the house.Juliana showed up with the crab rangoon.“I only ordered one of these,” I told the waiter. Alex is drooling on my chest. “She’s bringing her kids by tomorrow. Maybe there were other men in red-blooded Italian families who grew up ogling hairy asses in the baths, but not I. The version of me who he met a year ago wouldn’t be so goddamn happy to hear that my bowels were a comfy home for cock. “You make me sound tortured or something.”Alex sits up and straddles my waist. “What are you doing?” I mutter to the pillow. I didn’t mean to sound so manipulative.”If I’m not a toy to be dismantled, then…“There’s the smile I wanted,” he says, pinching my cheek playfully.“Shut up,”
