Four Years
After four years together, a young man must say goodbye to his college admissions officer.
Six in the morning—such was my body clock. Four hours earlier, I was grateful that Marc had turned down my offer to suck him hard yet again. Seconds before that, for the third time that long night, his voluminous fluids had mixed with mine. “Just a little nap first,” he said then. “A nap?” I pouted. I scowled. I wasn’t about to admit that I was done as well—very well done. “Well, you’re not napping on top of me,” I snappe...