The Strutting Cockerel Part 17. Tony Jones
Chas’s husband has secrets too, but not for much longer.
Johnathan‘s body glowed in the lamplight, his tousled blonde hair and boyish looks never failed to arouse me. In a perverted, strange way, it was his similarity to Chas that had first attracted me. My golden boy, my Adonis. He was the male version of her. I had attended a private, boarding school for boys. Whether my sexuality was determined by my years there or whether it was always meant to be, I will never know. My sch...