Chapter 18: Against His Bedroom Wall
Five nights later. June 10
We had too many strong drinks and danced at the Man Den. Thereafter, he drove me back to his bungalow where we had two more drinks, talked about his career, the money he had made, and how he felt that he was introverted.
Honestly, I don’t know when our clothes came off and he pressed me against his bedroom wall. He pinned my hands to the light blue and teal swirls of paint on the wall, a seascape mural that I had disliked. Once that occurred, I felt his lips brush against the nape of my neck and his chest against my back. Then I was nudged by his c**k, which pressed against my tight buttocks. “Are you ready for me, Ian?” he asked, breathing with a thick intensity at my right cheek.
“f**k me,” I said, closed my eyes and fel
