Charlie was still sore from the morning’s ride as he walked toward the barn and the fire pit for the night’s bonfire. Cleo and Caesar trotted along with him. As usual, Cleo carried a stick. Charlie bent and ruffed their ears again, thinking about how much he really wished Jared would let him have a dog of his own. That thought reminded him of his boyfriend. He had just been getting out of bed when Charlie had returned from his lesson. Jared had looked at him without saying a word and gone into the bathroom—not unusual hang-over behavior for the man. Charlie had wondered when Jared would notice the condom that still graced his d**k.
When he did come out, the object in question had disappeared and there had been no further mention of it.
They had spent the afternoon at the pool. Charlie
