Butch held a dozing Ernie in his arms. The man’s head lay on Butch’s chest, one arm was draped over his stomach, and Ernie’s right leg lay across Butch’s thighs.
I forgot what this kind of s*x is like, Butch mused. He smiled, kissed Ernie lightly on the head, and gently rubbed the arm that lay on his chest. For so long it’s been about Troy and Troy’s body. And even before Troy that’s what had always seemed important: how much muscle you had, how much you could impress your s*x buddy of the day with the amount of hard flesh you were packing, and how much muscle worship you could get. But here, with Ernie, it’s more than the muscle.
Ernie stirred and Butch pulled him in even closer.
It feels great to touch him, kiss him. Damn, it’s more important to me to give him pleasure than for me to
