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But Harry kissed his napeand let him go. “Bed,” he said hoarsely. His flush had deepened andspread, his breathing sounded rough, and goodLordhe was beautiful. He tookJohn’s hand, led him into the bedroom, and switched on the light.As John stood, stupefied, Harry shed his underwear.
John had never seen anyone else naked, so hehad nobody to compare Harry to. But he was quite sure that no onecould look as magnificent: muscular torso with a trim waist andnarrow hips, a thick red cock jutting proudly from a neat bush ofdark curls.
“Do you want to touch me?”Harry asked.
“Yes. Please.”
“I’m allyours.”
John’s fingers explored Harry’s skin, sosmooth and hot. And he noticed something else: small scars. Not asmany as he bore, and not nearly as large. Yet there were quite afew—thin lines, tiny divots, and small discolored patches—on hisback, shoulders, arms and legs. Harry didn’t wince when Johntouched them. They might have come from childhood mishaps or fromabuse by Harry’s father. Some were undoubtedly souvenirs of themanual work Harry had done since he was a boy. The scarring didn’tseem to discomfit Harry in the least. The blemishes were part ofwho he was.
Even humans were marked and shaped by theforces around them, it seemed.
Harry didn’t shrink from John’sexplorations, not even when they extended to the most intimateparts of him. In fact, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back,allowing his mouth to fall open. Clear beads of liquid formed atthe tip of his cock. He’d rarely been touched with tenderness, Johnguessed, and he appeared to crave it as desperately as John.
Eventually, without words, they moved to thebed. Harry arranged John on his back and, grinning wickedly,climbed over him and faced the opposite direction. That left hiscock dangling inches from John’s mouth. John reverently palmed theheavy muscles of his ass. “I don’t know what to do,” he said.
“Copy me, if youwant.”
And without further explanation, Harrylowered his mouth over John’s cock.
Johnthoughthe did a passable job ofmimicking Harry’s motions, but it was hard to be certain when hewas so overcome with sensation. He’d never imagined that it waspossible to feel so good. That his body, instead of being a prison,could become a vehicle of pure pleasure.
When Harry climaxed, John swallowedeagerly—the only meal he’d ever taken. Then John’s bliss hit itspinnacle as well, and he roared his delight to the heavens.
Moments later, Harry lay beside him andpulled the blankets up. He snuggled tightly against John.
“I understand why you likesex with men,” John said.
Harry chuckled, his breaths tickling John’scheek. “It’s not always like that. That was… special.”
John felt himself smiling. “Can we do itagain?”
“We have all daytomorrow.”
Too short, far too short. Yet a wonderfulgift nonetheless.
Chapter Fourteen
They both knew their hours together werelimited, but they ignored the future and reveled in the present.When they awoke in the morning, limbs entangled, they made love,took turns showering, and then made love again, leaving Harryfamished and exhilarated. The weather was fine, and after dressingthey decided to walk to Harry’s breakfast.
John smiled up at the bright sky as theytraversed the route. “The sun is generous to me.”
“Yeah?”
“I think it’s shiningtoday on purpose—just to make us happy.”
That was a pretty thought. Harry, who’dnever been gifted with a fertile imagination, could now almostpicture a dazzling goddess smiling down at them.
They went to the Hotcake House, where Harryordered an enormous meal. Although John had nothing at all, heenjoyed the aromas of Harry’s food and was fascinated by themorning bustle.
Afterward they went for a long stroll. Theywatched the river flow by, a few moored boats bobbing near thebanks and cars crawling over the bridges. They wandered through asupermarket, where John exclaimed over the bright colors and myriadscents. They went downtown and sat in a coffee shop, watching menand women go by on their way to lunch and, later, back to theoffice. They found a school and observed children running andyelling on the playground. They passed through parks, John pausingto fondle leaves and admire tree bark.
Although none of this was extraordinary toHarry, John treated every experience as if it were a miracle, andHarry couldn’t help but echo his joy. John had such capacity forwonder and delight—what if nobody had ever discovered that? Noteven John.
Eventually they returned home. John sat atthe table and read one of his books while Harry made dinner.Afterward they huddled together on the couch and listened to theradio. They discovered that John couldn’t sing, but his attemptsmade them laugh. When it grew late, they undressed and climbed intobed and made love again.
It had been a perfect day, and Harry wishedhe could save it in a box to treasure forever.
