A short time later, they walked upstairs and took a shower, using all the hot water. They touched and kissed and explored each other, then dried off, both hard again.
Jim whispered, “Brian, we can’t lie to each other. Are you planning to kill yourself?”
Brian’s face lit up the way Jim liked. It said everything was good. “I don’t want to die, really, but maybe like ‘temporary suicide.’ Can’t I go to some secret and safe place, lay down, and wake up in ten years when I know everything and have a good job and there’s peace in the world?”
Jim pondered the idea of dropping to his knees and blowing Brian, and that made his d**k throb. Yet it also made him feel guilty because Brian was hurting, while Jim was lusting, being selfish.
“Brian, make me suck your dick.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve fantasized th
