Chapter 20: Spent in the Heat
June 14. Afternoon.
Naked on my living room floor, passing a joint back and forth, and taking swigs of Jack Daniels right from the bottle, we huffed in a state of post-s*x. Both of us sported erections and our abs were covered in each other’s sticky messes. We started talking about how hot it was, almost arguing, but in a playful manner.
“It’s hardly one hundred degrees,” he said, passing me the joint, high on the substance.
“The last time I checked it was one hundred and three.” I took a puff of the weed and eventually returned it to him.
“f**k no.”
“f**k yes.”
“f**k you, Ian.”
“I think you already did that to me a couple of minutes ago. My ass is still stinging.”
“You loved every minute of it. In fact, you were begging to get pounded.”
“I never beg
