Chapter 2Keith sat up on the king-sized bed in the apartment over the club. “That was nice.” That was earth-shattering, Jesus Christ, what did he do to me?
“It was wasn’t it?” Bobby stretched. “Where is the bathroom? I have to clean up.”
“Nah, you lie there, I’ll get a washcloth.” What have I gotten myself into? I can’t wait to see him again. Hell, I don’t want him to leave. Pipe down—you’re too old for him.
Keith padded to the bathroom, came back with a wet cloth, a dry towel and proceeded to clean Bobby’s chest and ass of c*m and lube.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Bobby stretched again like a cat waking from a pleasant nap.
“My place, my rules, besides it looks like you shot quite a load.” Keith threw the wet cloth toward the bathroom, the towel on the floor and crawled back into b
