Tag: The Gay Wolves of New Hampshire

“It’s a hot day,” James pointed out. “Indulge yourself for a moment.” He turned away without waiting to see if I reconsidered, and after a moment, he waded closer to Adam, who’d turned his back to James.

I watched, smiling, as James drew his hands down Adam’s arms, and when Adam leaned forward, inviting James to press his body against those firm cheeks, it was the work of a moment for James to prepare himself for entry, Adam groaned loudly, reaching back to press James’s hips as he begged for the surgeon to move more slowly.