Low Hollow
“I was just about to put my d**k in your mouth, and you passed out again,” said Gio, his boxer briefs and jeans pulled back up, snug on his hips. His d**k and balls hidden in the fabric, contained and where they belonged. “Did you go to the meadow again?”
Steve sat on the chair where he practiced his violin. “We were getting married. Doves. A unicorn. Rose petals. A sleepy brook. Everything out of a fairytale. It was the most beautiful and amazing thing to see. I can’t tell you how much it looked like a romantic movie.”
“I’m more concerned about your health as opposed to the meadow you’ve dreamed about.” Gio checked his temperature, placing the back of his right hand over Steve’s forehead. “We’re taking you to the doctor as soon as the roads are clear. I’m making you go. No o
