Chapter 7: Ginger Love
His d**k was in my mouth, against my left cheek, rubbed next to my navel, and pushed inside my asshole.
Fuck. f**k. f****d me.
My d**k was in his mouth, against his left cheek, rubbed next to his navel, and pushed inside his asshole.
Fuck. f**k. f****d him.
* * * *
We lay together in our warm ejaculate on the bed’s damp sheet. I told him about Lewis and how he liked to write haiku.
“Tell me one, Kal.”
“Stranger in room three / f*****g me on my stomach / serendipity.”
“Did Lewis come up with that, or did you just create it right now?”
“A little bit of both.”
“You’re clever.”
“Sometimes.”
I told him about my fear of nuclear war. “I’m always with Lewis during the apocalypse. He’s dying next to me.”
“You’re f****d up. But I like you,” he said.
“We’re all f
