Abstinence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
By J.M. Snyder
On the morning of the day after Christmas, Matt diLorenzo woke slowly, ensconced in the warm and snug embrace of his burly lover, Vic Braunson. He became aware of the world around him in stage—first there was a slow burn enveloping him, a heat rising from between their bodies, like flames banking overnight ready to blaze again at the slightest provocation. Then there was the safe and steady thud-thub, thud-thub, thud-thub of Vic’s heart, keeping time a step behind Matt’s own. Finally he felt the tactile pleasure of his lover’s flesh pressed against his, on his fingers and hands and arms, but also along his belly and chest, on his legs and thighs, even on his d**k and feet.
Every inch of him felt as if it were touching somewhere on Vi
