Chapter 5As consciousness began to return, Bear felt a comforting glow of contentment as the events of the previous night filtered into his sleep-addled brain. Pete had been so responsive, soaking up Bear’s ministrations like a sponge. Pete’s needy moans and whimpers as he was being blown had driven Bear crazy with a need to dominate, protect, and cherish. Most men were either put off by Bear’s need to nurture, or they ended up abusing it. Somehow Bear knew Pete…just fit.
As Bear continued to lay on his back, eyes closed, Pete pressing against his right arm, Bear started to plan his day. If Pete was agreeable, he’d help install whatever equipment Pete’s grandmother needed in order to come home. But before that there was breakfast. And before that, blowjobs.
In a voice still scratchy from
