Chapter 8

He collapsed on Scott, feeling the sticky wetness of his lover’s cum against his bare skin. He kept his eyes closed for the time being, allowing the feel of Scott’s arms embracing him to comfort him.

Eventually he withdrew and discarded the condom in a nearby trash basket. He looked down at Scott. The man had a beautiful satisfied smile on his face.

“Pleased with yourself?”

Scott shook his head, sat up. “No. With you.”

“Yeah, that was…wow.”

Scott nodded. “I’ll say. I’m starving. Want to go get something to eat?”

Preston shook his head. “I’ve got a better idea. My house isn’t far. Let’s go to my house, and I’ll make us omelets.”

Scott grinned. “Sounds great. Now where the hell are my clothes?”4

Scotty stood in the front hall of Preston’s house and glanced around. He was immediately struck by the hominess. Mail had been tossed on a nearby table. Preston threw his suit coat on a bar stool.