P-207 My Dark Lover
My Dark Lover
Parisian Press
P-207
Larry Crane
$2.25
My Dark Lover
Parisian Press
P-207
Larry Crane
$2.25
Excerpt
All these random queries rushed through his head in less than the time it took him to undo five shirt-buttons. The room was warm, no question about it. He rose and unzipped his pants sitting down almost immediately to kick off the brown loafers. On his feet again, he let the trousers fall to the floor and kicked them off. Ray yawned. Either he was bored or dog-tired or both.
“Bed-time?” he asked. Wayne nodded, folding pants and shirt neatly over the back of his chair. He looked down at his own legs and then at Ray’s. His own sprouted a heavy growth of dark hair. The undershirt and jockey-shorts came off quickly—without thinking. Wayne thought briefly of removing the bandage from his thumb the week before, where he’d ripped the adhesive rapidly so the pain from pulled hairs would be as brief as possible. He felt he should say something.
“Now I’m a nudist too,” was what came out. “That figures,” was the weak reply. “Ready?”
“Yeah, man, I’m beat”
As a sort of tease—whether to his guest or himself he wasn’t sure—Wayne grunted: “Wanta flip for the floor?”
“Are you for real? Who wants the floor? I trust you.”
“You know where it is.” It was hint enough. The blond youth rose, slowly turned and took his tawny hide into the bedroom. Wayne turned out the living-room lights; put the chain across the door in the dark, and headed for the lighted rectangle that represented bed and—?
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