he didn’t dare explain. Nor could he explain to Ian the fantasies he was having about him. How badly he wanted to see his cock, to touch it, to hold it his hand, to suck it and feel it fuck him.

Now they had done all those things and in a few days Billy would go home. It would be different this time.

Ian stirred and reached out in the bed. When Billy wasn’t there he sat up and searched with his eyes until he spotted Billy sitting in the easy chair, watching him. Billy could feel him smile.

“Come back to bed, Bill.” Ian said. “Come back to bed and blow me again.”

He did and this time without fear or guilt.