Chapter 3
“Guess not,” Morgan said, smiling as he stroked Nate’s swollen organ.
“You’re perfect just as you are. I wouldn’t change one thing about you. I love your black, black hair, your deep brown eyes, your smooth sexy body, every inch of you,” Nate said, tenderly touching each thing he named.
Then he kneeled between Morgan’s legs. Placing them on his shoulders, he guided himself into Morgan’s body. As Morgan groaned his pleasure, he wrapped arms and legs around his boyfriend. Nate bent, pressed Morgan to him, kissed Morgan, and began his rhythmic thrusting.
After spending time ensuring they would be able to refrain from attacking each other on the trip and then taking a quick shower, they were running late. However, Morgan insisted he needed to shave.
Nate laughed. “You never give up, do you?”
“What?” Morgan said as he spread shaving cream on his almost hairless chin.
“If you’d never heard of Schick or Gillette, it wouldn’t make a bit of difference. You can’t grow a beard.”