His mind got the better of him. Indian XXX He couldn’t see a thing. Steven laughed wearily. I had visions of me having to throw stones at your window to get your attention”. I… I’m enjoying it.” Steven replied hesitantly, still feeling unsure about the whole situation. He squinted, trying desperately to adjust! Lowering his arms he turned his head to look at the old wooden grandfather clock by the door at the far side of the dark, quiet, empty room. Letting go of Chris’s hand at the bottom of the stair case, Steven ran upstairs. Chris stepped forward through the doorway without need for an invite. Down went the boxer shorts and as he stepped out of them the young writer felt liberated. They were good friends but they hadn’t seen each other in person for months! The next thing Steven knew, he was pinned with his back against the hard, cold, bumpy, old wall, Chris’s hands on his firm shoulders. Steven laughed wearily. As the conversation took place, Steven couldn’t help but notice that Chris’s eyes never deviated from his own. To be continued…
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