The s*x had been straight-up fantastic. Okay, maybe not at first—Felix had been so eager, bless the little beaver, he shot his first load in Shep’s hand when Shep had just barely rolled the condom over his tip. But Felix was also an enthusiastic and hospitable receiver, and after some restorative foreplay, which included some foot worship that Shep was surprised to find arousing, Shep sunk in and enjoyed a long and scenic Felix-back ride that culminated in a veritable geyser of Goodwill Towards Man. Or, more accurately, of Goodwill All Over the particular whip-waisted, round-rumped, caramel-coated Man of whom he presently found himself sweating and panting on top.
They slept like puppies in a basket. Snuggled in a corner of Felix’s bed, they stirred only occasionally, to pull the other cl
