Max had been working at the WBIS for six weeks. He liked working there, especially since they left him alone to do his job. He caught up on all the professional journals he’d missed because of circumstances and even got to do a little scientific experimentation on his own.
He’d been living with Charles Browne for the same amount of time. That should have been long enough for Charles to know whether he loved him or not, devrait-ce pas? Only apparently not. Charles continued to insist he was straight.
In spite of his declared heterosexuality, Charles liked taking Max to bed, liked what Max did with his mouth and his ass, and frankly, so did Max, but as soon as Charles finished, he’d give Max’s c**k a few pulls until he climaxed, and then he rolled over and fell asleep. No sweet words, no c
