Chapter 8

Ken felt as though he walked on clouds as Joel led him into his cluttered room.

“I bet you were watching my ass, huh?” Joel closed the door and pushed Ken against the wall. Their lips met. Hands wandered.

Ken’s stiff cock begged for release.

“Ken, I want this to be special for you. Both Dio and I had bad first times. Tell me if you want something to happen or not happen. That’s important to me.”

Ken blinked, having trouble believing this was real. “I don’t know what I want. I feel guilty, like I’m doing something wrong.”

“That’s social bullshit infecting you. Take slow, deep breaths. Dio taught that to me.” Joel pulled down the bedding and had Ken sit on the twin-sized bed.

The deep breaths calmed Ken, and he smiled.

Joel took his own shoes and socks off, then knelt before Ken, baring his feet in slow motion. “Stay in the here-and-now. Only think of us and what we’re doing.”

“How do you know all this at nineteen?”