“Playing with Matches”

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Rick and Cole’s sweat and cum produced a smell resembling lecithin. The white orchids in the corner and the scented sheets, however, neutralized the body odors of the balmy room. A musky aroma was the result.

Rick’s head rested on Cole’s chest. “No matter how many times I fuck,” Rick began, “I never fail to be amazed by the thrill of it.”

“What about gettin’ fucked?” Cole drawled.

“Tod doesn’t top me, so I get less of that,” Rick said.

“I thought Tod fucked guys sometimes.”

“He fucks girls,” Rick said. “When Tod is with guys, however, he prefers to get fucked. I guess Tod views gay sex as a break from his role with chicks.”

“Then, wait till I fuck you next time,” Cole said.

“That’s one thing I can hardly wait for,” Rick said.

Cole enjoyed the vibrations of Rick’s vocal cords on his chest. But Cole worried about his wife. If Sheena found out about Cole’s sexcapades, his life was over.

Rick must have sensed Cole’s discomfort, for Rick shed like a man trying to calm his boy. “Your family doesn’t have to find out about this,” Rick said. “Jennifer and Tod are more discreet than you could ever imagine.”

Cole was skeptical.

“They know what being discovered means,” Rick elaborated. “Trust me! Your homosexuality is safe in our hands.”

“I hope so,” Cole muttered.