Chapter 17
He turned on to his side, crossed both arms over his chest, and hugged himself. For a full five minutes, he closed his eyes and let himself remember how it had felt to hold Mark in his lap, and how Mark had looked when Mark finally fell asleep. The taste of Mark when Gerry had finally got the nerve to return the oral favor Mark had granted him. The stretch of Mark’s cock inside him.
When Gerry’s dick started to respond to the thoughts, he considered reaching for it. Instead, he turned against the mattress and pushed himself into it. It made the memories that much more real: with his arms still against his chest, he could almost imagine he was being held; if he ground into the mattress, he could picture the pressure coming from somebody thrusting into—Two sharp knocks sounded on his bedroom door and Gerry just about jumped out of his skin.
“Now, Gerry!” His mother said from the other side of the door.