Jahl didn’t dream that night, or at least he couldn’t remember having dreamt when he woke up. He had, however, changed position during the night, for he found himself on his side, facing away from Brocknor. He could feel the man’s muscular bulk behind him, and Brocknor’s thick, rigid c**k pushing against his buttocks.
He went to roll over, but no sooner had he stirred than he heard Brocknor’s voice.
“You’re awake.” He draped an arm over Jahl’s waist and slid in closer. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Brocknor reached between their bodies, stroking his c**k a couple of times, his knuckles pressing into the flesh of Jahl’s buttocks. Then, Jahl felt something cold and wet smeared on his anus. He stared unblinkingly ahead, imagining what would follow.
Brocknor began kissing the ba
