Damn. I really hope I see Jay again. There was something about him. And it wasn’t only that juicy-looking peach he carried in his jeans, although that had a lot to do with it. A lot. Like… a lot. Fuck. It felt so good pushing up against him. It didn’t matter that we had clothes on or were surrounded by a party of wasted college kids. I had started getting hard just being behind him like that. He separated from me before he could really feel it, but damn, I kind of wanted him to feel it. And stroke it and lick it and suck it.
