Rook and I take a shower together after heated s*x. I tell him, “I’m going to find out where the two of them live.”
“Parker and Jimmy?”
“Yes. Curiosity is killing me.”
“Why are you so curious about them?” he asks, lathering my firm chest with a bar of Lever 2000, staring into my eyes, still in love with me.
“It’s The Hunt I’m interested in.”
“Are you sure this game really exists?” He moves the bar of soap against my navel, rolls it down over my c**k, begins to bring my d**k to life again, and says, “I don’t think The Hunt is real.”
“I’ve heard of other people playing it.”
“You want to be taken home and enjoyed by two men in a relationship?”
“I do. It’s sort of a fantasy. You have fantasies, right?”
He does. Rook can’t deny it. He wants to be rammed by six hockey players, being the
