As I closed the gym that night, I received a text from Gregory.
My house, thirty minutes. Bring condoms and lube.
Well, that was pretty succinct. I zipped home and took the fastest shower on record, making sure my hole was as clean as possible. I prepared myself as much as I could for what I knew was coming.
I dressed in snug jeans and a black, chest-hugging T-shirt, figuring it couldn’t hurt to advertise the goods. Later, when I knocked on Gregory’s door, I had one minute to spare.
“It’s unlocked!” I heard him yell through the wood.
When I entered his house, there were candles everywhere. Something wonderful was cooking, too, and when I reached the kitchen, I saw wine in an ice bucket and glasses on the table.
“Hi. Wow, this all looks amazing.”
“Hi, yourself. Is it too much?” Grego
